Ye Cheng could hardly eat his first punch alone. Although O'Flynn was also weary, others came here with leisure and preparation. What to do, Ye Cheng is thinking hard about countermeasures. If he does not pull his punch now, the charm will surely fall into the hands of O'Flynn again. If he does, there will be only one dead end.

"Ye Cheng, this is the second punch, is it better than not?" O'Flan adjusted his posture and steadied his horse. He could use his bloody resurrected fist to deal with Yecheng's second fist perfectly at any time.

"Of course, we Cathaysians, all of us believe in what we say!" Even...