"Hiss..."
A moment later, Yang Fan sucked in cold air as he touched the corner of his mouth, "It really hurts."
He put the long spear away and hung it in the special pants pocket on his waist, sitting on his butt on the ground, he took his communicator and tapped it a few times, ending the recording and checking the video of the battle he had just fought.
Yang Fan's pupils shrunk.
"This, what level is this person's martial arts?"
Playing at normal speed, he couldn't see any movements, but the strength of the attack was like a raging storm pouring down with an unstoppable aura.
Yang Fan's back was chilled for a moment.
"Is he a devil?"
"Such fast speed."
"Such a strong force."
"Without using Soul Skill, I'm no match for him at all!"
"If we both use Soul Skill, I might not be able
