Ye Feng's increasing attacks smashed onto the Zhan Clan youth's body, while the Zhan Clan youth's attacks gradually failed to hit Ye Feng. The Zhan Clan youth, at this time, had a flowing nosebleed, swollen eyes, and bruises all over his face and body. Even his internal organs were heavily shocked, as if they were about to be displaced, with his blood qi surging within, feeling extremely uncomfortable.
In contrast, Ye Feng appeared much more relaxed. Although he had quite a few injuries, they were all minor.
Ye Feng's fists were like a torrential rain, continuously hammering the Zhan Clan youth, who finally couldn't bear it anymore.
"Stop! Stop! Hurry and stop!" The Zhan Clan youth shouted loudly, but Ye Feng had already sunk into an excited state, unwilling to stop easily. The Zhan Clan youth felt extremely bitter and failed in showing off!
