How... Did He Do It!

'I could defeat you in 1 move!'

When Ye Feng replied, the entire box became silent. Then, they went into an

uproar.

"Oh, my god! What did he say? This brat is so presumptuous! He's courting death!"

"You are fearless! When Sang Biao became famous across southern China, this brat was still playing in the mud!"

"Yea! This guy is dead! He shouldn't provoke Sang Biao!"

"..."

At this moment, all the playboys in the box were watching Ye Feng as if he was an idiot.

'That's an illegal MMA trump. He killed all the trumps in the 17 cities across southern China!'

'However, Ye Feng is young and thin. How could he defeat Sang Biao in just 1 move? That's impossible.'

Not only the others, even that unkempt middle-aged man in the corner curled his lip, revealing a soft smile, after hearing Ye Feng's words.

"Ignorant people are always fearless! There is no way that brat could even endure 3 moves from Biao!"