C38 Let Go of Me

The two of them were in a deadlock. No matter how hard Daloong tried, his fist couldn't move forward at all.

After a stalemate of thirty seconds, Daloong exerted all his strength. Sweat was dripping down his forehead and down his cheeks.

He looked at Yang Jingtian again. He was standing there casually, as if he wasn't affected much.

It was obvious who was stronger and who was weaker