with the middle-aged man's angry drink, his whole body suddenly gushed out a crazy and fierce gray energy, which was mixed with a strong smell. It came out of the former fist and hit Mo Ran's face.

close by, Mo Ran has no time to dodge. However, the middle-aged man was angry when he entered the hall. So before that, Mo ran had been on guard. It's not too late to resist the danger.

Moran can be sure that the middle-aged man doesn't know himself. As for why he only said a word to himself, it's not something that Moran should consider now.

when I saw the quick fist attacking...