Yi Sheng was momentarily stunned, his fist hesitated for a moment.
"Hmph, too slow."
Suddenly.
Lin Fan in front of him suddenly mocked in a cold, icy voice.
Completely emotionless.
Slow?!
Yi Sheng's mind suddenly buzzed, as if it were going to explode.
Was this fist still slow?!
He had already used all his strength.
The power of this punch was no less than the kick before.
Lin Fan actually mocked saying it was too slow...
Damn it.
He's wilder than I am.
More arrogant than I am!
"Facing death, and still stubborn as hell."
Yi Sheng was furious, his eyes glowing blood red, intent on killing.
He originally just wanted to cripple Lin Fan, not to kill him.
But now.
He must kill Lin Fan!
Because he really couldn't stand him, it was too infuriating!
Just a defeated foe, what does he think he is to dare provoke me.
"Prepare to die!"
The fist rushed forward with a roar.
Frenzied.
Savage.
Bloodthirsty.
Lin Fan still stood straight in place.
Motionless.
