Ye Chenxi walked over, and He Longze grabbed him and headed straight to the training ground. Without a doubt, after exchanging a few moves, they decided the winner and stopped.
Every time, it was the same: Ye Chenxi lost miserably.
It seemed like this outcome had become routine. No matter how he fought, he couldn't beat this man.
Thinking about it, back in Ningdu City, in West Dark, how many were his match!
But in He Longze's hands, he never won even once.
Ye Chenxi lay on the grass, with a sore waist and back, glaring resentfully at the man who never lost a battle. He was extremely discontented, "Damn, you're not even human. Where did you learn these skills?"
As for himself, Ye Chenxi, he could handle five men barehanded in minutes. But in front of He Longze, his losses were simply unsightly.
