The disciple from the martial arts academy lying on the ground couldn't say a word, KO'd by a single punch.
Cough, cough.
Shi Xiaolong's face burned with humiliation—today, the Extreme Martial Arts Hall had lost face completely.
Wang Mingyang's expression was also very ugly. After all, it was he who had brought the Extreme Martial Arts Hall into this, and of the four who had come, now only a single one remained intact; it was embarrassingly disgraceful.
"Anyone else wants to challenge me?"
Zhang Wannian looked arrogantly towards Li Feng; he had been keeping an eye on Li Feng's fight from the corner of his eye. If anyone could be considered an opponent, it was him.
Li Feng, seeing Zhang Wannian's gaze, walked forward with a curl of his lips, as Wang Jin'er grabbed his hand and said, "Maybe we should just let it go."
Wang Jin'er was also worried—while Li Feng was very capable, the opponent was a special forces soldier who had been on the battlefield.