Among punches of all kinds, eventually, Li Hao deeply realized that he and the guy before him were destined to be nemeses for life.
The disparity in strength was real, he simply could not defeat him.
Almost as if the opponent hadn't even used any mystical arts, he had already sustained such injuries.
There was nothing more realistic than this.
Thus, while clutching his stomach, he reached out his hand and heavily rested it on Lin Xiaozheng's shoulder.
"Hey, you really don't pull your punches, do you, I say! Did I offend you in some way?"
Listening to the words, Lin Xiaozheng's expression began to look troubled.
Those words should be what he was supposed to say, so why had they come out of Li Hao's mouth as a provocation?
He hadn't put much force into his punch, and Lin Xiaozheng wondered if he might have knocked the guy before him silly.
Lin Xiaozheng briefly contemplated the possibility of this issue in his mind before saying.