Start?
Start what?
Who said anything about starting?
Li Fan's face had gone green, and his heart was engulfed by towering waves, each higher than the last, crashing directly upon his Divine Spirit. He had seen someone shatter a wooden training post with a single punch. It was precisely because he had seen it that he understood the skill and terror involved.
That was a third-tier Fist Master, at least. And I've just barely stepped into the first tier. To put it bluntly, one punch from him and I'll end up just like that exploded post, completely unable to fight back. How am I supposed to fight this?
Li Fan was on the verge of tears. How did I provoke such a monster? At this moment, he wished he could find a crack to crawl into and disappear from everyone's sight. Gripped by terror, he furiously cursed Li Qiang, that treacherous bastard. If it hadn't been for his rotten idea, how would he have ended up in such a dilemma?
