"A boy from some family can be so arrogant even if he has some strength. Today I want to show you where you got such courage!"

"drink!"

Xiao Yan was indifferent to the old man's angry shouts, and he didn't even take a look at the angry fist.

Under the disbelieving gazes of the people in the city, Xiao Yan raised his palm lightly and met the old man's fist lightly.

A punch and a palm came quietly. When the two touched each other, the world was silent, as if nothing happened. The old man's fierce and powerful blow was just like an ordinary old man's fist, with no power at all.

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"This...how is it possible! Who are you!"

The old man's expression changed instantly. He could clearly sense that just now, the moment his fist came into contact with the palm of the young man in front of him, the fighting spirit in his body had been completely sealed. At this moment, with him,

Ordinary old people are no different, even more frail.

And this situation can only show that the strength of the young man in front of him has reached the terrifying realm of transcendence and sainthood, and it is definitely not a terrifying existence that he can compete with.

Is this young man already in that state, that...real strong state:

Fighting Saint!
Chapter completed!