The person whose chest was struck by Qin Hao stood there as if struck by a Body-Freezing Technique, motionless and in a daze.
Qin Hao let go; the fist that had just attempted to strike him stopped only a few centimeters from his head, yet Qin Hao remained unperturbed. He gently pushed away the fists on either side of his head and stepped back.
"You're not worthy to be my opponent," Qin Hao said calmly, standing with his hands behind his back, composed and at ease.
The person immediately spat out a mouthful of blood, his eyes turning blood-red, the veins on his forehead bulging, clutching his chest as he coughed up blood and retreated.
Everyone present was stunned. What on earth just happened!?
Evidently, Qin Hao merely stretched out his hand and lightly touched him, yet a seasoned fighter honed in the Black Boxing Arena was defeated with just one move!
Ma Dazhi's eyes widened as he stared at Qin Hao, as if seeing a ghost.
