Tie Xuan's fist was not something Shen Yanran could compare to; with a sonic boom, the Iron Fist directly crashed towards Li Wenlong's face.
Seeing this, Li Wenlong could only let go of Shen Yanran, using his spirit superpower to control the field, forming a defensive barrier in front of him.
Tie Xuan's fist seemed to hit a highly elastic bubble, and Li Wenlong didn't take the punch head-on. Using Tie Xuan's fist power, he tiptoed half a meter back, landing lightly.
"Everyone, could you listen to my explanation?"
"Explain my ass."
Tie Xuan didn't expect his punch to miss and felt a bit strange, but he didn't think too much. With a tap of his toe, he charged towards Li Wenlong like a cannonball again.
He swung the Iron Fist again at this thin and weak-looking man.
Li Wenlong stepped back half a meter once more.
He looked at the relentless Tie Xuan: "Dude, if you keep this up, I will have to fight back."
"Fight back?"
"Heh."
