C1304 The Terrified Zhang Qi

Zhang Qi froze, his fist shooting up instinctively to block.

They hadn't expected Zhang Xing to launch a sudden attack.

Boom! Boom!

Fists collided, and Zhang Qi staggered back several steps.

His fist tingled, as if he had struck a steel barrier.

Zhang Xing, however, stood his ground, clearly the superior fighter.

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Zhang Qi held his punch stance, staring at Zhang Xing