C107 Disciple

The gale bore down on him with relentless force.

Yang Ming's body instantly became rigid.

A hint of Wing Chun?

He discerned the middle-aged man's punching style.

No, this wasn't pure Wing Chun; it was a powerful punch tinged with elements of Wing Chun's essence.

Mixed martial arts!

What was his intention?

To kill and silence him?

A whirlwind of thoughts raced through Yang Ming's mind