"Ye Tian, be careful!"
The opponent's attack was fierce, and Zhu Rou couldn't help but shout. However, Ye Tian remained calm, lightly swinging his hand to deflect Wang Shichao's iron fist.
Wang Shichao was instantly stunned. How could this man, not particularly tall, be so strong?
With a sweep of his hand, his own fist instantly felt numb, and half of his arm lost sensation...
"How could this be?"
As Wang Shichao was still in shock, Ye Tian's slap had already come his way...
"Smack!"
With a heavy slap, it cruelly landed on Wang Shichao's face, making half of his face burn and immediately swell up.
"Damn it!"
Having been harshly slapped, Wang Shichao instantly saw red and reached out, trying to grab Ye Tian's neck. But Ye Tian didn't give him the chance. With another sweep of his hand, Wang Shichao's attack was neutralized.
"Smack!" "Smack!"
