"Then let's fight!"
Facing Leng Feng's contemptuous provocation, Ye Fan's answer was very straightforward.
Whoosh!
As his words fell, Ye Fan didn't wait for Gu Yun to speak up to stop him, and with a spring in his motion, he darted towards the place where Lv Zhan was.
"Ptui!"
Lv Zhan stood up, spitting out a mouthful of bloody saliva. His cheeks were swollen high, looking just like steamed buns, with splits at the corners of his mouth, appearing extremely miserable, but his injuries were not serious.
Of course, that was merely physical damage.
For Lv Zhan, the true harm from the recent battle was to his spirit!
Leng Feng had started by boasting that Lv Zhan wasn't worthy to be his opponent and then publicly slapped him across the face, humiliating him, driving Lv Zhan to fury!
His eyes were bloodshot with anger as he stared at Leng Feng, wishing he could rush forward and engage in a life-or-death battle with him.
"You're not his match right now. Let me handle this."
