C330 Red Corpses Refining Spirit

"Third Brother Xing, you're so terrible!" When the fake monk wearing cassock saw that I pushed the tattooed man three steps back with a single palm, he grinned fiendishly and flew forward. "He can't even beat a little kid."

In terms of strength, the tattooed man and I were roughly equal. It's just that the other party did not expect me to have some skills as well, and was caught unprepared by me