Dong Yi was first startled by Luo Yihe's dodging speed, then flew into a rage at Luo Yihe's words!
"Afraid I'll get hurt? Aren't you worried all that bragging will bite you in the tongue?" Dong Yi's eyes turned vicious as he threw several punches at Luo Yihe's face in succession.
The people around them stopped in their tracks.
In their eyes, Dong Yi was incredibly fast. Without even using Martial Soul Possession, his fists moved so quickly they left afterimages.
But in Luo Yihe's eyes, this guy was absurdly slow—slow as a crawling turtle.
It was no exaggeration to say that if Luo Yihe removed the restraint of his bracelet, he would not fear even Chen Xin, much less this brat before him.
In barely a dozen seconds, Dong Yi had thrown more than ten punches, yet Luo Yihe easily dodged every single attack.
Dong Yi's lackeys were dazzled. One man's punches were as swift as the wind, yet the other's dodging speed was even faster!
The surrounding spectators watched with great interest.
Further up the stairs, the trio led by Huo Wu was also watching the fight.
Huo Wu exclaimed in amazement, "What fast dodging! At first, they looked tired as dogs climbing the mountain, so I thought they were weak. Who knew they'd be this fast?"
Feng Xiaotian watched intently. "I don't think he's dodging at all. He's toying with the guy throwing punches. Judging solely from his footwork, he must be strong! If I ran into him in the arena... it'd be hard to say!"
Jing Ling could not help mocking from behind, "Dong Yi, can you even do this? Are you throwing turtle fists? You've thrown so many punches, but you haven't even touched our class monitor's clothes."
Sweat beaded on Dong Yi's forehead. The