"Heh heh, what's there to be afraid of? Do you really think I'd fear an Indian like you?"
Facing the challenge from the Indian Guli, Li Chen squeezed out a sneer between his teeth.
"I'm standing right here. If you can touch me even once, I'll concede defeat!"
Guli was a very proud Indian who had always looked down on Huaxia people. How could he tolerate such provocation?
"Hmph, you Huaxia people really are so arrogant and ignorant. Today, I'll let you witness the prowess of us Indian men!"
Before his words even settled, he made all his joints crackle, his huge fists as large as clay pots—a clear indication that he had practiced Muay Thai or something similar.
"You weakling from Huaxia, die!"
With a roaring shout, he suddenly raised his fist and launched it towards Li Chen's face.
"Boom!"
His punch did not land on Li Chen but instead crashed into the Protective Gang Qi.
