What an Arrogant Guy

"Fistfight? I like that."

Lin Chen threw a punch. Leng Mian clearly intended to beat his opponent with strength. After all, he was an all-round expert. The fact that Lin Chen had dealt with Zhui Feng so quickly showed that he was a speed-type fighter, but not necessarily a strength-type one.

Bang!

After their fists collided, Leng Mian took a step back while Lin Chen did not budge.

Moreover, Leng Mian felt a sharp pain shoot through his fist. This was the first time in his life that clashing fists with an opponent had given him the sensation of cracked bones.

It was as though he had not punched a fist just now, but an incomparably hard steel plate.

Seeing Leng Mian's slightly pale face, Yan Wang immediately understood that the other man's strength was no weaker than Leng Mian's—perhaps even greater. He deliberately said, "Enough. Let's not waste any more time. Let me handle this."

But Leng Mian was clearly unwilling. He cared greatly about his pride, and having his hand hurt in front of so many brothers was humiliating. How could he yield? "Yan Wang, we agreed not to fight over it. Don't worry, I can take him down. Give me two minutes."

"Two minutes? That's too long. I only need ten seconds."

Lin Chen gave a wicked smile.

"Fuck, you arrogant bastard! I'll let you see what real strength is!"

After roaring angrily, Leng Mian suddenly clenched his fists. Veins bulged along both arms, his muscles swelled, and his body brimmed with power.

"Die, brat!"

All of a sudden, Leng Mian charged at Lin Chen. This strike contained every ounce of strength he had.

The corners of Lin Chen's lips curled up as he activated the Kirin Arm. His entire arm turned a faint red, drawing the