A Punch (3)

"Heh, you're courting death."

Dark Light's gaze darkened and his muscles creaked. His dark skin was like a city wall, emitting an unstoppable aura!

He could tell at a glance that that yellow-haired kid was just a tiger-level ant. He actually dared to punch him. Was Dark Light nothing?

His muscles were extremely firm. Even a light nuclear bomb could not injure him!

A mere tiger-level dared to shake the sky as an ant?

Courting death!

With this punch, I'll shatter your bones!

Dark Light sneered as a faint gray luster appeared on the surface of his body.

Apollo was nervous.

He knew very well the difference between him and a Dragon-rank expert. If he punched, he would probably be severely injured.

However, he had no choice now. Since he had chosen to follow Lin Bei, he would not hesitate.