C83 Iron sand fist

The black-clothed man sneered, a strong fighting spirit appearing in his eyes.

"Young man, I wonder how many kicks you can catch?"

Qian Hong stood on one leg, like a steel pillar being inserted into the stage, he was steady and unmoving, and mocked the arrogant Master Li.

Master Li had long since lost his wild and unrestrained attitude, and instead, his face became extremely solemn