C200 Ye Huixin

His complexion was pallid with a slight waxy yellow tinge.

It was a classic sign of overindulgence.

Even though his punch had been quick, Gao Mu could tell it lacked any real power—the blow was feeble and soft.

He wondered where such a man found the audacity to claim he was a martial arts master.

"Don't fight him; you won't win," Ye Huixin murmured into Gao Mu's ear