"Good to come!" Ye Cheng did not show any contempt for it. He stepped steadily up and put his hands across the iron stick and went out.

"Dang!" The iron rod collided with the machete and sparkled faintly.

The knife in Wolf's hand was bounced out. Meanwhile, Ye Cheng loosened his left hand and grabbed the iron pipe in his right hand and swept across Wolf's head with quick and agile movements.

A wolf shrank his head in a hurry to avoid, and the iron stick brushed against his hair. He had to be hit if he patted his head a little slowly. In the first round, he fell into...