Allen suddenly raised his head and looked at his back thoughtfully.
A cunning look flashed across Kelvin's eyes. He turned around and punched Allen in the face.
The wind of his fist had touched Allen's cheek, and the look in Allen's eyes was as if he had seen it coming.
But his calm expression made him even unhappier. He roared, "Let me see how much you have become stronger these days!" Seeing the high fighting spirit on his face, Allen sighed helplessly. He could see a lot from his punch.
Theron was no longer the decadent young man when he left. He seemed to see a lot of shadows after this punch, which was the result of his hard training day and night.
He seemed to be able to see Kelvin standing under the sun and waving his fist under the moon. Countless times, he finally gathered the courage of this punch.
"But this punch is still too weak."
Allen heaved a sigh. It sounded like he was praying for death.