"How is that possible!" Fu Qianyao's eyes burst open, staring at Chen Yang with an incredulous gaze.
"You..." Fu Qianyao struggled to calm the storm in his heart!
Chen Yang's punch nearly crippled his leg! In contrast, Chen Yang himself was unharmed, still standing in the middle of the field, his body as straight as a javelin!
With his hands behind his back, Chen Yang stood like a Grandmaster, a smile on his lips, "How about it?"
"Hmph, is that all?" Fu Qianyao's face turned an iron blue. Just as he was about to launch another killer move, he shockingly discovered that his right leg felt as if it had broken, the pain was unbearable!
"Let's call it a draw for today, let's stop here, my wife is still waiting for me to have dinner." Chen Yang did not continue to bother with him and turned to leave!
"I've said, only one of us can leave standing today!" Fu Qianyao roared angrily, his steps as fast as lightning, swinging his fist to attack Chen Yang once more.
