Boske's pupils narrowed. Just how fast is this kid, to dodge the moment his fist was about to hit?
It wasn't just Boske who was shocked. The other youngsters were incredibly fast, almost like lightning.
A lot of them only saw a blur charging at Lin Chen.
When Boske appeared in front of Lin Chen, his fist was already aiming for Lin Chen's chin.
Lin Chen's disdain infuriated Boske; he wanted to smash the opponent's chin with one punch to let everyone know that he, Boske, would not be trifled with.
Everyone was stunned at the sight.
"Lin Chen!"
Yu Fei's face suddenly changed.
Amidst the astonished gazes, Boske's fist fiercely struck Lin Chen's head.
"It's over, this kid is dead for sure."
Almost no one believed that Lin Chen could survive taking that punch.
Yet when Boske's fist landed, he found he hit nothing but air.
"How is that possible!"
Boske's expression suddenly changed. He clearly felt his fist connect, but unbelievably, it missed.
A mirage!
