C55 Draw Your Sword!

"With one punch... obliterate him!"

Lee Qi's smile was laced with contempt.

Lin Ao's face grew increasingly contorted until it resembled the color of a liver.

He felt belittled, scorned by a mere youth still reeking of mother's milk—an insult, no doubt, even though he had previously been bested by Lee Qi.

Lin Ao's aura burst forth