Zhu Biao glared and said, "Let's bet then. I accept your challenge. It's settled."
"Come on." Li Fei beckoned to Zhu Biao with a hand gesture.
"Go to hell!"
Zhu Biao roared, his right arm's muscles bulging frighteningly as he threw a punch wrapped with the power of hundreds of pounds straight at Li Fei. Li Fei didn't show any weakness either; his punch was swift like the wind, as fast as lightning to meet it head-on. In the next second, there was a loud thud as the two fists collided heavily once again.
Wang Yuqi and Su Meimei both looked anxious; they really feared that Li Fei's fist would be broken by the other's punch.
After all, judging by appearances, Zhu Biao's muscles were more than twice the size of Li Fei's, and his strength also seemed beyond that of ordinary people. His failure to knock down Li Fei with his previous punch was most likely due to underestimation.
