"You can take one move from me, and that would mean I lose!"
Li Chen's voice wasn't loud, but his tone was undeniably resolute.
Yao Wei was completely enraged, his eyes bloodshot, resembling a volcano on the verge of eruption.
"Li Chen, you've angered me thoroughly, go to hell!"
Before his words even fell, he let out a hysterical roar to the sky, his Iron Fist whistling through the air, and slammed toward Li Chen's face.
Seeing Yao Wei actually making a move, everyone present was shocked, and couldn't help but sweat for Li Chen.
It was well known that Yao Wei could smash a glass coffee table with one palm; how could his furious punch not smash a person to death?
Even Su Ya showed a hint of mercy in her eyes.
However, no one spoke up to stop him, just coldly observing everything.
After all, everyone present was wise. For a boy from a poor family with no background, it was certainly foolish to offend a wealthy young master.
