Gui Hu slowly rose to his feet, and cold blue light emanated from his eyes, not until he stood up did Ma Jingtian realize that this pretty boy was actually half a head taller than himself.
He looked at him with a cold, dead gaze.
Ma Jingtian had already sensed that something was amiss.
This seemed to be no ordinary pretty boy.
But behind him, dozens of pairs of eyes were watching him.
Ma Jingtian, you can't show any weakness!
Ma Jingtian was secretly alert and noticed that there was not a trace of True Qi on Gui Hu's body.
No True Qi, could it be that this guy only had brute force.
Ma Jingtian snorted coldly.
"Boy, what are you trying to fake bravado for? You refuse a toast only to drink a forfeit, watch as I cripple you!"
He threw a punch, only to see his arm muscles bulging, the force of the punch tearing through the air.
With a swoosh, a fierce punch smashed towards Gui Hu's chest.
