"Young man, you're too arrogant. Let me loosen your muscles a bit!"
Feeling somewhat annoyed by Wang Hailong's pestering, Ning Fan's eyes narrowed into a cold line as he said coldly,
"I have already respected you somewhat, but if you keep looking for trouble, don't blame me!"
"You… Well, that's perfect. I want to see what you are capable of!"
Instead of withdrawing, Wang Hailong advanced, throwing punches that, although they never reached Ning Fan, were meant to force Ning Fan to strike.
Wang Hailong had long been furious, having claimed the second-best combat ability in multiple battles, with no one daring to claim the first.
But now, he couldn't take down this wretched youngster after dozens of exchanges, this poor wretch!
The key issue was Ning Fan's attitude, which infuriated him. It was a complete look of disdain, always dodging and not attacking, a sign of utter contempt!
