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Ignoring Murong Fei's warning, Qin Tian clenched his fists and stopped half a meter away from Wu Di, standing firm.
"I've encountered a lot of opponents, but you're the first one so straightforward to actually let me punch you first. Then I'll satisfy your little wish to show off."
Qin Tian spoke in a light and indifferent tone.
But as his voice faded, a sudden cold wind struck, an inexplicable chill!
Whoosh!
Qin Tian's fist thundered out—
Bang!
A muffled sound.
Wu Di didn't even have time to scream before he was sent flying through the air, thrown two meters away, and hit the ground, immediately passing out!
Hiss!
Seeing this, the other three black-clothed men were dumbfounded.
The cigar Liu Jiacheng had just lit dropped straight to the ground.
What's going on here?
Wu Di had trained in the Golden Bell Shield and Iron Cloth Shirt, immovable by more than a dozen men. How did this guy...?
One punch knocked Wu Di unconscious?
How did he do it?!