"Wait here, okay?"
"Huh?" Huang Zhimei immediately pulled Ling Yun's arm. "Are you thinking of fighting Cheng Yuanxing? Every single individual of the twelve constellations of death is not weak."
Ling Yun smiled and kissed her lips. "Watch me."
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Cheng Yuanxing frowned as soon as Ling Yun suddenly walked out of nowhere. "Are you Ling Yun?"
"I am." Ling Yun silently activated his strengthening technique. "If you want to capture me, you must be prepared to suffer."
"Hahahaha!" Cheng Yuanxing laughed out loud, and he stood in front of Ling Yun. "What can a snotty brat like you do to me?"
"This." Ling Yun directly punched Cheng Yuanxing's abdomen.
"Gahh!" Cheng Yuanxing bent forward because of the extreme pain in his stomach, but Ling Yun immediately punched him in the chin. "Gahh!"
Crack
Cheng Yuanxing's jaw cracked as he staggered back; he put one foot back to support his body. 'How could his punch be so hard that it cracked my jaw?'
