The beggar's fist was raised in mid-air; although it pointed at Wang Yan, all of his imposing aura had already dissipated.
His eyes were fixed on Wang Yan's raised right hand, his face alternated between red and pale, though he wished to advance, he hesitated.
It seemed as if Wang Yan's right hand was about to unleash a move that would terrify even him, but in reality, Wang Yan was already devoid of any attack power, merely posing his hand in the shape of a turtle.
It was precisely this turtle-like hand gesture that made the beggar, a being dignified like the Demon Emperor, dare not step forward.
Because earlier, the beggar had mentioned that he would not attack again if he failed to kill Wang Yan in three moves, or he would be like a turtle.
After a moment, the beggar suddenly lowered his fist, roared angrily, and shouted, "Fine, fine, I'll admit defeat today, but let me tell you, kid, the next time I see you, I won't bother talking, I'll kill you in one move."
