Baru sneered coldly, looking down with disdainful and mocking eyes: "A weakling like you isn't even worthy to bring me my shoes."
Yun Miao smiled faintly, unhurried and composed.
"A tiny ant can shake a mighty tree, ants can bring down an elephant, underestimating someone comes at the cost of one's life."
Baru sneered: "Let's see if you can still say that under my fist." As he finished speaking, he swung his punch toward Yun Miao, his fist fierce.
Yun Miao remained as unwavering as a mountain as the punch was about to land on his face. That punch would either kill or severely injure him. Dylan and Ah Fu both gasped, and Mo Sang screamed, rushing forward to take the punch for Yun Miao.
Just as the punch was about to land on Yun Miao's face, it was suddenly caught by a large hand, black and white clashing, sparking intense fireworks.
Baru roared but found his fist couldn't advance an inch. He was shocked and saw the boy's eyes were deeper and sharper than midnight.
