"Kid, you're asking for death." Hearing Ye Feng's words, one guy couldn't hold back anymore, cursed in anger, and lunged at Ye Feng.
"Asking for death." Seeing such a pathetic opponent dare to challenge him, Ye Feng laughed.
The opponent's speed and power surpassed the previous master of the hall.
But with such a level, wanting to fight Ye Feng was simply not knowing the meaning of death.
At the moment the opponent lunged over, Ye Feng easily evaded the attack.
Simultaneously, he kicked the opponent's waist, sending him flying into the air.
The kick was so powerful that it launched the opponent over ten meters high.
This was the result of Ye Feng using only ten percent of his strength; if Ye Feng used his full power, the opponent would be dead before touching the sky.
Ye Feng was afraid of kicking this guy to death with one kick, so he used just a bit of his strength.
Seeing Ye Feng show off like this, everyone present frowned.
