"The one who's here to beat you!" Qin Ya roared coldly, his body shooting toward Fang Yu like a cannonball. He clenched a fist, veins bulging as a dense purple Flame materialized and coiled around his arm like a Flood Dragon emerging from the sea.
Fang Yu's pupils constricted. The Flame gave him a terrifying feeling, and he didn't dare to be the slightest bit careless. He thrust out both palms, creating a flurry of palm shadows, only to watch as the flaming fist tore through them like rotten wood and slammed viciously into his chest. With a muffled grunt, Fang Yu was sent flying backward.
"How is this possible?!"
Shock washed over the faces of the crowd. Chu Lingfeng, in particular, was too stunned to speak, his eyes wide as if he'd seen a ghost. Having just fought Fang Yu, he of all people had a decent grasp of the man's strength.
