Ali felt an overwhelming shock. In his mind, his cousin was a martial artist at the peak of inner strength—a formidable power—even thirty people together couldn't match him. Yet now, this immensely powerful cousin was easily floored by Ye Feng's punch, which he found hard to accept.
"Wow~~~" At that moment, Mier was still vomiting continuously, veins protruding from his forehead, his face flushed red, looking extremely distressed and utterly devoid of strength to stand from the ground.
Watching Mier still vomiting, everyone was bewildered, having thoughts: Isn't this a bit exaggerated?
After all, they had seen it—Ye Feng had casually punched Mier's belly lightly, yet Mier appeared in such agony, which astonished everyone, thinking his reaction was too exaggerated.
A full minute passed before Mier's appearance seemed to improve somewhat.
Mier's subordinates, concerned, came beside him and asked, "Boss, how are you? Are you alright?"
