"Boom—"
Yan Moshan didn't wait for Li Fu to climb out; he had already moved beneath his feet.
In the blink of an eye, Yan Moshan's body had shot forward to right in front of Li Fu, raising his right fist to smash down on his head.
"I lost, I lost, don't hit me! Don't hit my face, for heaven's sake!"
Li Fu hastily raised his hands to surrender, a fearful look appearing on his face.
"You wasted so much of my Spiritual Energy, I wouldn't feel good not hitting you!"
Yan Moshan, burning with anger, asked. He was very unhappy with Li Fu's behavior; this guy had made up his mind from the start to defeat him and then strut away triumphantly.
Now that he had been defeated by him, could he just let him off easily? How could that be possible?
"Expert big brother, don't worry, I won't let your efforts be in vain."
Li Fu patted the bulging area at his waist and said: