The King of Killers, Leng Ying, was equally shocked!
With the strength of a Grandmaster level four, he had been fighting in the Middle East battlefields for years and was a true King of Killers hardened by the hell of death.
In the past, those who could dodge his lethal punch could be counted on one hand.
Now, even after punching Lin Fei time and again, not only did he fail to kill him, he didn't even touch the hem of his clothing.
How could this be possible?
Leng Ying simply couldn't bear such a blow.
Enraged, with his Grandmaster Inner Qi surging, he repeatedly punched at Lin Fei.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh.
However, Lin Fei's figure seemed like a piece of paper, as if it couldn't withstand a breeze, and each time Leng Ying punched, it seemed as though Lin Fei was blown away by the wind, but when he retracted his fist, Lin Fei floated back.
Exhausted, panting heavily, sweating profusely, Leng Ying was infuriated to the point of near explosion.
