The man sweat profusely, like great chunks of tofu...
With just one sentence, Ye Feng had embarrassed Chu Ling and his group so much they wished they could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.
Ye Feng wasn't wrong, though. Even if they were made of tofu, they shouldn't be as useless as this, being blown away by a mere flick of a finger. Even a paper figure shouldn't be this weak...
Chu Ling collapsed to the ground, his face as pale as clay, and Nie Qingwu also wore a face of shock.
Although he knew Ye Feng was powerful, he hadn't expected Ye Feng to be this overwhelmingly strong. Chu Ling was considered a skilled member of their team, yet from the beginning to the end of their clash, not even five seconds had passed before he was sent flying by a flick of Ye Feng's finger...
"Technique inferior, I concede!"
At the same time, Chu Ling also got up from the ground, staring at Ye Feng with reverence for a moment before he spoke helplessly.