Tense Situation (I)

"Seems like you want to do this the hard way." Xie Quan raised his right fist, an arrogant expression on his face.

Crack, crack…

His entire arm suddenly became a size bigger, and blue veins bulged out on the surface of his skin.

In particular, the muscles on each of his shoulders swelled into a ball, just like a piece of shoulder armor.

"You want to fight?" Chen Yiming asked in surprise.

"In my opinion, you're Liu Wanqing's accomplice and are trying to help her hide the truth." Xie Quan sneered. "I wonder if a core disciple like you, who is about to be thrown out, can withstand it?"

He took half a step forward and gathered all his strength into his right fist. With the sound of rushing wind, he threw a punch forward.

He could hit him from a distance of more than a meter with just a punch.

"Bang!" A loud sound rang out.

Xie Quan's fist was firmly caught by a hand.