C45 Completely Fine

Qing Yuan's expression turned vicious as he charged at Zhao Qian with the ferocity of a great Roc.

His lunge whipped up a whirlwind within the room, its force surpassing that of an oncoming car.

Yet Zhao Qian appeared unfazed, remaining seated and still, not budging an inch.

As Qing Yuan swooped in, Zhao Qian's foot shot up suddenly, lashing out like a massive whip.

In the blink of an eye