"Mr. Lin, show us your special move!" Zong Guoqiang raised his hand, tauntingly gesturing at Lin Fei, completely dismissing Lin Fei.
Lin Fei smiled calmly: "This is what I should say to you. You've come all the way from the United States, so I'll let you strike first!"
Zong Guoqiang's eyebrows furrowed, a look of anger appeared in his eyes. As the young master of a century-old family in the United States, Zong Guoqiang could do whatever he wanted in the United States; there were few in the martial arts world who didn't fear him.
Being ignored like this and asked to strike first felt like an insult to him.
"Courting death!" Zong Guoqiang cursed angrily.
Boom.
He suddenly leapt up, like a hawk, creating a violent storm, sweeping up dust and dead leaves from the ground, and lunged at Lin Fei.
The air trembled, and the storm filled with dust and dead leaves was about to hit Lin Fei, when suddenly a torrent, transparent like air, erupted from Lin Fei's body.
