For a moment at a loss, Luo Yang thought to himself that this wasn't good.
The Flat Head Long Face Man, a ninja, was standing on the grass, looking like he was about to fight Luo Yang for three hundred rounds.
"You, come on, come on! I'm not afraid of you!" The Flat Head Long Face Man put his hands on his hips.
If Luo Yang didn't respond, it would boost the Flat Head Long Face Man's arrogance.
Luo Yang sneered, "Don't say I'm bullying you. How about this? I'll close my eyes and let you hit me three times from behind. If you can hit me, you win. Otherwise, I'll just hit you twice later. Do you dare?!"
The Flat Head Long Face Man was unaware of the mysteries of Luo Yang's Shadow Fist.
Generally speaking, if the Flat Head Long Face Man made the first move, he would have a tremendous advantage.
"You're on! I'll hit you three times!" The Flat Head Long Face Man said with great joy.
