Facing the child's attack, Yin Niufan smiled slightly at the lips; his chopsticks tangled with the fist and big tongue on the table, and he directly ran off holding chopsticks covered by his fist.
Crack
With a snap, the pair of chopsticks smacked against the large fist.
"Ah!"
After the big chopsticks suddenly recoiled from the fist, there were cries of pain.
"With such little strength, you wish to defeat me? Too weak," reported the distressed child, who also appeared to have a sprained injury.
"You despicably attacked me with chopsticks; what kind of skill is that?" Seeing the uncomfortable state of the body and the cold sneer from the child, but still feeling very unsettled, "If you have the ability, let's fight fair and square."
