Chapter 022: The Passionate Beauty

The burly man kept telling himself, not going to lose, definitely not going to lose.

He clenched his fists, this time planning to wrap both arms around Yang Fan at close distance. Only in such close contact, Yang Fan wouldn't be able to utilize his agility, and he could overpower him completely by crushing him into pieces.

Yang Fan was still retreating, stepping back repeatedly while the burly man pressed forward with each step. When Yang Fan reached the edge of the stage with nowhere to retreat, he switched from defense to offense and swung a punch.

The burly man was slightly surprised, but his expression was still one of mockery. Watching Yang Fan's fist, he felt like laughing. Compared to his own, Yang Fan's punches seemed like child's play, all show and no substance, like throwing an egg against a rock.