"That speed is indeed fast, but it’s not something you can boast about in front of me!"
Muttering to himself, Xiaobei coldly clenched his fist.
In the next moment, Xiaobei threw a punch without hesitation.
The speed was so fast that it instantly formed the sound of an explosion...
...
"What is Master Xiaobei planning to do?"
"Yeah!"
"There’s clearly no one there!"
Seeing Xiaobei’s swift punches, many people became nervous.
Because this punch from Xiaobei seemed to be hitting nothing.
"Brother Xiaobei!"
Yueyue heard their anxious words and furrowed her brows in extreme worry.
She had been tense before, and now she was even more anxious!
The others around her were also thoroughly uneasy.
Because now the situation was truly unfavorable for Xiaobei, very unfavorable indeed.
...
"This little bastard always does this, pretending to be weak and worrying everyone!"
Hearing those worried voices, Yaling, standing behind Xiaobei, smiled slightly.
To be honest, she didn’t know why Xiaobei hit into empty space either, but she didn’t care because she knew Xiaobei would be the final victor.
So, no need to worry about Xiaobei now, only about his opponent...
"That fool is clearly panicking now!"
"I think so too!"
"Me too!"
While Yaling was full of confidence in Xiaobei, Sun Yanshui, and others beside her were laughing wildly.
They felt that Xiaobei was really finished this time...
Because, right now, Xiaobei was completely flustered and didn’t know what to do.
...
"I’m panicking? What a joke! That kind of trash is worthy of making me panic?"
Hearing their loud ridicule, Xiaobei’s eyes flashed coldly.
Soon, Xiaobei calmly withdrew his hand...
Then, a deeply cold question came from afar, "Did you punch into empty space earlier because you truly judged I would appear there, or was it just a random act?"
The one questioning wasn’t anyone else but Song Shuying, whose face was dark.
Song Shuying’s expression was extremely gloomy.
Earlier, he restored his strength to the peak with the help of a silver needle.
This recovery made him swell with confidence, so he rushed directly at Xiaobei, intending to kill him instantly!
However, he didn’t get the chance to make a move because the position he appeared at seemed completely predicted by Xiaobei!
Helplessly, he had to retreat...
Hearing Song Shuying’s low inquiry, Xiaobei squinted his eyes and said indifferently, "Are you asking me? Do you think I might tell you?"
Feeling thwarted, Song Shuying’s eyelids twitched hard.
Soon, he licked his lips and said coldly, "I believe it must have been blind luck, definitely blind luck!"
He didn’t believe Xiaobei could see through everything about him, so he felt Xiaobei must have been guessing.
Not responding further, Xiaobei looked at him lazily and shrugged, "Since you have that judgment, why not try again! I’m sure you’ll soon find the answer!"
"I will!"
With a cold laugh, he charged again, this time Song Shuying’s speed was even faster.
...
"It looks like he’s finally giving it his all now!"
With a faint mockery, Xiaobei threw another punch.
This time, Xiaobei aimed at the twelve o’clock direction.

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