Qin Feng was very satisfied with Xi Kun's suggestion—he liked things simple and brutal.
The two stood in the center of the arena. Xi Kun pointed his index finger at Qin Feng, then gave a thumbs-down gesture.
"Let's do this, cut the bullshit!"
Qin Feng smiled slightly, not even bothering with a Magical Artifact, planning to face Xi Kun head-on with just his physical body.
He knew this burly, thick-skinned young man relied purely on brute strength.
After Refining his body for so long, Qin Feng wanted to test the results.
"You're really overestimating yourself!"
Xi Kun roared, bracing his legs, and lunged with a punch at Qin Feng.
The ground shook chaotically, and if it weren't granite, it probably would have collapsed.
Boom
Xi Kun threw a punch; Qin Feng stood his ground, responding with a punch of his own.
Their fists collided, unleashing a thunderous crash, like two raging rhinos smashing together.
Xi Kun stared at Qin Feng, a surge of force crashing in like a tsunami.
