"Kid, do you believe that I'll smash your head into pulp with one punch?"
Before long, the burly man from the first round stepped up boldly. From the first round of duels, Lin Zifeng knew the man in front of him had immense strength, but his weakness lay in his speed. There's no way to engage him in close combat; if caught in a melee, Lin Zifeng would likely be reduced to pulp under his heavy fists.
"If you're capable of that, feel free to smash my head into any shape you like, even a meat pie," Lin Zifeng chuckled, dismissively brushing off the big man's boasts.
