Causing a Havoc in the Camp! (6)

"Bang!" As Leng Wu Feng has predicted to reserve some strength and room to draw back. He was able to block Zhao Yu kick with his weapon to reduce the damage.

"Hmph! Impressive, Zhao Yu! BUT! Are you not going to draw your blade?!"

After all, Leng Wu Feng was the King Slayer Rank 1 fighter. His body was extremely strong. 

"If that's the case! Don't blame me after this! DIE!"

This time, Leng Wu Feng made a feint movement with his blade at Zhao Yu head again. If Zhao Yu is going to use the same kick technique again, his leg would have been chopped off.

Who knew that at this critical moment, Zhao Yu's kick was just a feint as well. The moment Leng Wu Feng blade almost cut his leg, Zhao Yu stomped down hard, twisted his waist, and launched a roundhouse kick.

Leng Wu Feng's heart skipped a beat. He didn't expect Zhao Yu's speed and strength was far beyond him that Zhao Yu could fool him.