Zhao Jian stared at Ye Chen with an icy gaze. "Go to hell."
As his words fell, Zhao Jian's body shot out like lightning.
In the blink of an eye, Zhao Jian appeared at Ye Chen's side.
But Ye Chen didn't move at all, as if he hadn't reacted in the slightest.
Seeing this, everyone shook their heads nonstop.
Ye Chen was still too green.
In front of Zhao Jian, he had no power to fight back at all.
A cold smile curled at Zhao Jian's lips. "Die, kid."
The next second, Zhao Jian threw a punch.
However, all of a sudden, the Ye Chen in front of him turned into an afterimage.
Zhao Jian froze when he saw this. An afterimage? Impossible.
The next instant, Ye Chen had already appeared behind Zhao Jian.
He didn't use any fancy move—he just straight up kicked Zhao Jian in the ass.
Zhao Jian shot into the air and crashed heavily onto the ground.
"This…"
The venue fell deathly silent.
Everyone was dumbfounded by the scene before them.
