Lin Fan finally turned defense into offense. The square-faced opponent didn't knock him down, so ending this fight was now his responsibility.
Seeing Lin Fan approaching with clenched fists, the square-faced opponent inexplicably felt a chill in his heart. He couldn't believe he was actually a bit nervous at this moment.
How could it be? How could he be nervous? Although his fierce attacks had indeed consumed quite a bit of inner strength, he believed that Lin Fan, in order to fend him off, must have also consumed much, and likely even more than him, so Lin Fan now was nothing more than a spent force!
He shouldn't feel fear towards Lin Fan; it was simply ridiculous. Despite Lin Fan's aggressive attack, he must be a paper tiger, merely bluffing, and would soon show his true colors!
Thinking this way, the square-faced opponent calmed down and sneered, "You brat, stop pretending. If you've got guts, come on over. I want to see what you can do to me!"
