"Hmph!" Ye Ling saw this scene, the muscles at the corner of his eye twitched slightly, he cursed in a low voice, and then clenched his fist and went straight to meet him.
"Bang!" Fists collided, Ye Ling and Han Feng each took three or four steps back, then stabilized their stances.
In Han Feng's eyes flickered a mad light, he glared at Ye Ling with clenched teeth, not bothering to conceal the murderous intent in his gaze.
That punch just now had been without reservation on Han Feng's part, but what he had never anticipated was Ye Ling's ability to withstand it with his physical body alone.
But in reality, Ye Ling was not in a good state; despite appearing relaxed and at ease on the surface, the moment he made contact with Han Feng.
Ye Ling's body was already numb from the shock, and it felt as if his internal organs were about to explode.