Ye Wutian disregarded those voices, and without shortness of breath, he said, "Save the big talk for after you've taken me down."
"Kid, get ready to call me grandpa!" Zhang Tieniu said as he added twenty percent more strength to his right hand, but this added force was like throwing a small pebble into the sea—it didn't stir up the slightest ripple.
Despite this, Zhang Tieniu was not at all tense, for he was only using sixty percent of his power. "Good kid, it seems I've underestimated you. With your physique, forcing me to use eighty percent of my strength is already quite impressive." From Zhang Tieniu's words, it was clear that his confidence was not shaken at all.
"Feel free to use your full strength," Ye Wutian said indifferently.
Zhang Tieniu snorted coldly and continued to apply force to his right hand, but what he didn't expect was that when he increased his strength to eighty percent, the other's arm still stood firm like a pillar.
