The power of Qiang Liang's fists was evident to everyone present.
His fist could completely rival the attack of a tenth-level magical weapon!
Yet, this pretty boy in front of them actually caught Qiang Liang's fist with just two fingers.
What a terrifying and shocking sight!
Qiang Liang's face flushed red, gritting his teeth, as he exerted all his strength attempting to retract his fist.
However, Qiang Liang's hand seemed embedded in iron and stone, no matter how much force he used, he couldn't move it even a bit.
The joints in Qiang Liang's arm creaked, sounding like steel wires being twisted and rubbing together.
Yang Fei looked at Qiang Liang indifferently, pinching Qiang Liang's wrist joint with two fingers.
His face was calm and unperturbed, as if nothing was happening.
Everyone stared at Yang Fei, their expressions animated and colorful.
