Chapter 57: It Only Takes One Move to Defeat You

A gust of fist wind arose by Tang Long's ears, instantly making his cheeks sore as if a gale of sandstorms had smacked against his face. Tang Long was ready to welcome the Grim Reaper, but after waiting a long while, he found that he was not dead.

"Could Wang Kun have missed? Or did something happen?"

It was only when Tang Long opened his eyes that he realized Chen Feng, at some point, had nonchalantly caught Wang Kun's fist with one hand, immobilizing him, while Wang Kun's face turned the color of an eggplant with a look of shock and disbelief.

Then, a punch without any fanfare slowly stretched out. There was no earth-shattering force, no thunderous collision, and no howling fist wind; it was simply simple, unadorned and plain, as he punched Wang Kun on the nose. With a 'puchi' sound, like that of air leaking from a balloon, the S-ranked expert, just like Tang Long's earlier plight, flew back onto the ring like a ruptured doll.