C145 The Real Beating

Ye Feng's strikes were infuriatingly precise, each hit resonating like a drum, causing a resounding thud.

The trio was instantly dazed. By the time they thought to fight back, they found themselves too unsteady to stand, their heads throbbing with pain.

They couldn't identify the material of the staff, but it inflicted such agony.

Ye Feng wasn't just standing around