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"Do you really want to kill me right now?"

Yang Yifeng's mouth curved with a hint of menacing smile as his eyes stared intently at Cheng Long on the ground, his hand holding several oddly shaped tree branches, which were clearly picked up at random from the ground.

Yet, these dry and common twigs, now in the hands of Yang Yifeng, had become an unstoppable weapon. Whenever they saw Yang Yifeng's wrist flicker, Cheng Long was scared out of his wits, fearing that with a mere raise of Yang Yifeng's hand, another bloody hole would be pierced through his body...

At this moment, Cheng Long finally realized that the man before him was no longer the reckless fighter he had once seen. This was a killer who didn't blink an eye when taking a life, a devil capable of devouring you whole!

Yang Yifeng, however, paid no attention to the terror on Cheng Long's face. In his eyes, scum like Cheng Long simply did not deserve to live in this world.