Well! Break His Leg then!

'I failed!'

'I failed again!'

Young master Teng fell down with an ashy and blank look.

In his eyes, Ye Feng's attack was as terrifying as that of a demon.

'In one move!'

'In one move again!'

'What if… he still isn't showing his greatest strength?'

When the whim occurred to him, young master Teng trembled as he watched Ye Feng's back with great panic.

Right then, the unkempt middle-aged man spurted out blood as his face turned grey.

Compared to his physical injuries, his psychological shock was even greater.

After wiping off the blood on his mouth, he then looked at Ye Feng with a complex look.

"You win! I admire you sincerely!"

The unkempt middle-aged man didn't feel grumpy.

He knew that Ye Feng's battle strength was overwhelming!

He also knew that Ye Feng had already shown him mercy.

Otherwise, he might have been killed; rather than only breaking a few ribs.