The breath of death approached, the youth's punch was like the hand of Death, gripping his neck, suffocating.
Liu Hu knew he couldn't dodge because he was in the air, locked by the opponent, unable to evade.
However, Liu Hu waited for a long time, but the power of that punch never landed, making him immediately open his eyes.
It was then that Liu Hu discovered, at some unknown time, Ye Qiu had stepped onto the ring, an invisible force holding him, allowing him to gently land below the ring.
"Ye Qiu..." Liu Hu understood, thanks to Ye Qiu stepping in, otherwise what awaited him was a death outcome.
Meng Chong came to Liu Hu's side, looked at his powerless arm, reached out, his brows deeply furrowed, the force of the youth's punch had actually disabled Liu Hu's arm.
"Brother Meng." Liu Hu did not cry out in pain, he just felt regret for not handling the opponent and felt ashamed in front of Meng Chong.
