"Damn, I should have believed that my judgment was right." Wang Yangjun bitterly swinged his arm, regretting.
"Yangjun, what are you doing? Do not get confused, and believe in your own judgment." Xu Yundi shouted to Wang Yangjun anxiously.
Wang Yangjun gritted his teeth and went up for the second punch.
Watching Hen Sen’s fist approaching, Wang Yangjun saw clearly that like the last blow, this one was also a white fist judging from the hardly noticeable details.
"Boy, you want to use the same trick twice? You can’t get me like this." Wang Yangjun stood upright and reached out a hand to block Han Sen's fist. "With my experience, I could deal with this boy simply by using my instinct... "
Bang!
Han Sen’s punch fell on the hand of Wang Yangjun, and Wang was suddenly thrown away. He rolled in the air and thumped to the ground.
Black fist! It turned out to be a black fist!
