Yang Fei's fist suddenly smashed down, and Langji instinctively covered his nose, letting out a scream.
"Don't hit me, I admit defeat."
Yang Fei's fist stopped just a hair's breadth from Langji's nose.
The violent force, wrapped in Heaven and Earth Vital Energy, blew Langji's cheeks inward.
However, the expected pain didn't follow, only a cool breeze against his face.
Langji, whose eyes had been shut in fright, slowly opened them.
He looked over his body in shock, confirming that Yang Fei's fist hadn't landed on his nose, before slowly standing up.
Yang Fei sneered coldly, looking at him indifferently.
"See? This is an old soldier's reaction speed."
"He can kill you at ten times your speed before you can even strike, so how can you compete with such a veteran?"
Langji stood there like a wooden post, cold sweat dripping down from his forehead.
Yang Fei hadn't even activated his Spirit Martial Qi, nor did he unleash any Gang Yuan Qi.
