The punch was so forceful, it almost made the National Guardian Martial God call for dad...
Yet on the opposite side, Lin Zifeng grinned and cupped his hands, saying, "You've accepted the loss~"
"I! @! #% "
I haven't even started, what the heck, huh? What acceptance of loss?
Dongfang Haoxuan, the National Guardian Martial God, almost burst into tears. What's this? What's this about? The duel hadn't even started, yet this punk threw a punch that made even his nose bleed.
Dongfang Haoxuan was about to explode, itching to rush forward and squeeze the life out of this brat right in front of him.
And standing beside him, Dongfang Xiaohuang was stunned for a few seconds when she saw this scene, then quickly stepped forward. She knew her father's temperament, so she hurriedly went up, tugging at her father and sweet-talking, "Father, you lost, you lost."
"I..."
