"You should block this punch of mine first." Qin Hao shook his head slightly, rather speechless. Even now, Yang Hong was still so arrogant.
Without another word, Qin Hao continued driving his fist toward Yang Hong. His punch appeared to carry no imposing power at all; it was just an ordinary punch. Precisely because of that, Yang Hong still kept his hands behind his back as he faced it, not taking Qin Hao seriously in the slightest.
"What a joke. You?" Yang Hong also shook his head. There was little disdain in his eyes, but his tone was filled with contempt for Qin Hao.
Just as Yang Hong finished speaking, a surging pressure, as relentless as rolling ocean waves, suddenly crushed down toward him.
Sensing that tremendous pressure, Yang Hong's still somewhat haughty expression shifted slightly. He turned toward Qin Hao, his gaze filled with uncertainty.
"Wait, this pressure..." Yang Hong's pupils contracted. He felt like a tiny skiff adrift on the ocean, so small and insignificant.
More importantly, the punch Qin Hao had thrown was like an ocean wave towering into the clouds, surging down on him with sky-swallowing force.
Fear rose involuntarily in his heart.
It felt as though, the moment he was struck, that wave would crush him to death on the spot.
"This is bad!"
Yang Hong's expression finally changed. His arrogance and contempt vanished, replaced by horror. Yet his reaction was extremely fast. Almost instantly, he responded by throwing a punch at Qin Hao.
The chaos origin within him circulated at top speed. At the same time, he mobilized every ounce of his physical strength, gathering it into his right fist.
Boom!
Just as when Qin Hao and Yang Hong had exchanged punches before, their fists collided again. This time, however, things were different.
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