"You are just too weak," said Yifeng with disappointment. "So-called 'Golden Fist King' my ass—they're all crap!"
Right then, Yang Yifeng fiercely kicked the last silver boxer into the crowd of ferocious beasts behind him and then, with an easy gait, approached a massive humanoid bear with a white 'V' on its chest. He outstretched his hand and swept over the faces of the living boxers one by one, and then said,
Arrogant! Simply too arrogant!
At that moment, those who saw the expression on Yifeng's face trembled deeply within. At this point, their eyes no longer held any trace of carelessness or contempt when they looked at Yifeng. It was as if within the whole dark iron cage, the most dazzling presence was none other than Yang Yifeng himself.