Ye Qiu had no breath emanating from his body, yet in Sun Qi's eyes, he appeared terrifyingly formidable, especially the faint smile on Ye Qiu's face, which Sun Qi perceived as a cold smile.
Who dare guarantee they could withstand a punch from Ye Qiu and not die? Not to mention Sun Qi, even the other martial artists present dared not make such a claim.
After all, Ye Qiu's reputation preceded him!
A person's shadow, a tree's name.
Having killed two legends, who would dare joke with their own life?
Ye Qiu awaited Sun Qi's reply, while Sun Qi was in a fierce internal struggle.
He looked at Sun Yuan, who, with an encouraging expression, gestured for him to agree.
But Sun Qi hesitated. It was he who would be receiving a punch from Ye Qiu, not someone else, and he did not want to be killed by it, but if he did not accept Ye Qiu's challenge, he would be unable to fight Ye Qiu.
Sun Qi was still undecided.
"My punches are very light, they won't kill anyone…" Ye Qiu said with a smile.
