"Your footwork is indeed exquisite."
But Frederick spoke nonchalantly, and in an instant, he turned around.
Ren Feng felt an ominous foreboding in his heart as Frederick's fist was already smashing toward his Seven-Inch Finger.
Suddenly, as that punch landed, Ren Feng only felt an immense force crashing onto his left hand.
With this hit, Ren Feng flew backward again, and his left hand seemed to lose sensation.
He landed on the ground, retreating several steps before he could dissipate Frederick's overwhelming force.
Just one punch, and its power was terrifying.
Ren Feng's left index finger trembled slightly; the hard encounter with Frederick just now had caused slight damage to his finger.
His strength, it's too terrifying.
"You have one last move," Frederick said indifferently.
His blond hair looked wild and unruly.
Ren Feng took a deep breath. Just the two moves earlier, Frederick seemed like a mountain before him, impossible to cross.
