C1545 You Want to Interfere?

Feng Zhentian's velocity astonishingly outpaced that of Number Two, who was sent flying through the air. Feng's palm relentlessly struck Number Two's face, one hit after another. As Number Two's backward flight accelerated, Feng Zhentian's speed proved to be superior. By the time Number Two crashed to the ground, Feng Zhentian stood tall before him, a dominating presence.

With a piercing glare