Facing this man, Yang Fan couldn't help but smile.
In a certain sense, they were the same kind of people.
Both were in pursuit of a man's peak glory, never stopping moving forward.
Yang Fan even saw his own shadow in this person.
However, there is only one Yang Fan, he is unique. The man in front of him can always only be a silhouette, never the protagonist.
"You're right, but only if you have the ability."
"Let's see if I do," the man said as he threw away the stick in his hand and assumed a stance, ready for a showdown with Yang Fan.
This fight was unavoidable, and Yang Fan would not retreat a single step. If someone sought death, Yang Fan would grant him his wish.
The man swung his fist, immediately appearing before him, hurling a punch at Lu Yunfei.
This punch was powerful and swift, like a fierce tiger with the surrounding air seemingly swept by a gust of wind.
