Zhang Long Still Has It

Zhang Long gripped Caesar's hand with a stern look.

"What?" Caesar looked at Zhang Long, his eyes filled with astonishment. He had put nearly seventy percent of his strength into that punch, enough to break steel with it. But this man easily stopped his powerful punch. How was that possible?

However, he was a Great King-level expert and wasn't easily shaken. He smirked and said, "Old man, I see you still have some skills."

"But with your aging bones, can you handle this? Don't let me accidentally break some bones and send you to the hospital."

His voice was icy, filled with mockery.

"You little punk, get out of my way." Zhang Long's eyes turned cold, and he quickly threw a punch towards Caesar.

"I'd like to see what qualifications you have to make me step aside," Caesar sneered. He struck back with another fist, colliding with Zhang Long's.

Boom!