Wang Meng was blasted back by a punch from Ning Fan, spat out blood continuously, and barely managed to steady his retreat, though he was already seriously injured.
He stood in the long sky, pressing his chest, looking at Ning Fan atop the mountain peak below, his gaze filled with deep apprehension and a hint of fear.
He originally came to the First Peak seeking a duel, but unexpectedly after the first round of battle, he was completely defeated under Ning Fan's fist force.
Even though he was inherently arrogant without bounds, he understood that the Ning Fan before him was much stronger than he was. If he continued to fight, he feared suffering even greater losses...
"Hmph! Your abilities are astonishing, I, Wang, admit defeat, farewell!"
Wang Meng's face fell, his figure shook, and he turned to leave, intending to return to his cave to heal his wounds.
However, Ning Fan's figure leapt up, appearing in the sky, blocking Wang Meng's path, speaking coldly.
