And the great elder also understood that even with Lu Feng's strength, he was no match for this short-haired young man.

Therefore, Ye Tong could only take action.

"If you want to fight, just fight, no need to talk nonsense."

Ye Tong stood in the field with a cold face.

"Haha... I won't have any sympathy for you."

The short-haired young man slowly turned his head, looked at Ye Tong and sneered.

But Ye Tong had no intention of answering the conversation and just stood there.

"Coming!"

The short-haired young man shouted, suddenly held his breath, and ran over.

"Whoa!"

At this moment, Ye Tong's palm seemed to stretch out lightly.

"Crack!"

The next second, Ye Tong's palm suddenly increased in speed and struck towards the short-haired young man.

"Crack!"

It was strong and hit the young man's arm.

With a slap, the young man's arm was slapped directly to the side, and his body was almost unsteady.

It is hard to imagine that Ye Tong's seemingly weak arms actually contain this powerful power.

Ye Tong retracted his palm, his expression still calm.

Crisp and neat, without any sloppiness.

"Hey, isn't it a bit awesome?"

The disciples of the Taekwon sect looked at Ye Tong with some surprise.

Li Hao and others, on the other hand, were silently shouting in their hearts.

Ye Tong is their last hope.

Whether Ye Tong can regain his dignity depends on whether he can defeat the short-haired young man!
Chapter completed!