Qin Heng frowned upon hearing the words of the two white youths. He turned his head to look. Both white youths were tall and burly, their muscular arms exposed and knotted. They clearly had undergone some level of physical training and fighting experience, but that was all. They didn't even possess Open Force. Weak beyond measure. To Qin Heng, they were mere ants. However, since these two white youths looked down upon the Chinese in their words, Qin Heng didn't mind letting them witness the power of a Chinese.