C621 Acid Quarrel

"You still want to quibble? You're not qualified to mention Nuo!"

The hatred in Lin Shumo's heart churned as he threw a punch towards Huo Chengyu, hitting him squarely in the left side of his face. The wind whistled past their ears, and their fists missed each other by a hair's breadth. Compared to the initial restraint, a full-on close combat had become completely fast and fierce