"Ouch, it hurts too much!"
He had never suffered like this in his life before!
"Is this what getting beaten feels like?"
Miao Qiutao clutched his stomach, knelt on the ground, and nearly passed out.
Despite his cultivation of "Flowing Cloud Iron Sleeve Skill," which included both defense and resilience, Fang Zhixing's fists were just too heavy.
The damage could only have been inflicted by fist power exceeding a hundred thousand jin.
However, such a strong and young master was unheard of by him.
"There are always higher skies and people beyond us."
Miao Qiutao was forced to lift his head.
Fang Zhixing pressed his hand on Miao Qiutao's head, grabbed his scalp, and lifted him up.
"Still want to fight?" he asked.
Miao Qiutao, coughing blood, asked, "Who... who exactly are you?"
"Wrong answer!"
Fang Zhixing punched Miao Qiutao in the stomach, sending his body flying and nearly ripping off his scalp.
"Wow~"
