"Seeking death!"
Seeing that Ye Fan faced his attack without dodging but instead chose to meet it head-on, Prince Hunter snickered coldly, subconsciously thinking that Ye Fan was like an egg smashing against a rock—based on his sensing power, Ye Fan was only a Level 7 warrior, how could he possibly withstand a full-on attack from a Level 8 warrior?
Not only him, even Lovsky, who was watching the battle leisurely from the side, felt that Ye Fan was overestimating his own abilities.
Overestimating his own abilities, huh?
Prince Hunter quickly changed from grabbing to using his palm, countering the fist with a palm strike.
"Bang—"
The collision of fist and palm was like two rapidly flying mountains violently crashing into each other, both of their powers erupting simultaneously, like two armies charging at each other, clashing and creating a series of crisp crackling sounds.
"Crack! Crack! Crack!"
