"Kid, watch my punch!" Yang Xingfeng shouted forcefully, his clenched fist rushing directly at Xiaobao, reaching him in an instant.
Seeing the fist right in front of him, Xiaobao snorted coldly, his expression even icier, and without any hesitation he punched towards Yang Xingfeng's fist.
"Boom!"
A loud explosion echoed, the people around felt the entire space seemed to tremble slightly. Xiaobao's figure slightly retreated three steps, slowly stopping, his face slightly reddened.
"Hah!"
After taking a deep breath, Xiaobao stabilized his spirit, while Yang Xingfeng was forced back seven or eight steps by Xiaobao's punch before slowly regaining his balance.
"You..."
Standing afar, Yang Xingfeng looked at Xiaobao with an astonished face, just as he began to speak, blood uncontrollably trickled from his mouth.
"Senior Yang, are you alright?"
