C839 Fcking Ring!

Without turning his head, the Martial Extreme sensed an icy chill emanating from behind him.

Spinning around in haste, he was met with Lin Yaoyang's fist hurtling toward his face. The Martial Extreme's expression shifted as he detected the explosive force concealed within the punch. He might withstand the blow, but it wouldn't be without consequence.

With no time to spare