Sea Race

Ling Han looked at Na Zhi Yan and said with a smile, "Our motto is to use violence to enforce submission. If you don't submit, we'll beat you into submission!"

Na Zhi Yan's expression turned even colder, and he said, "Young man, don't be rash. If you do, you will— f***!"

He had not even finished his words when Ling Han already charged over. Ling Han leaped into the air and immediately aimed a kick at his face.

As the saying went, in a fight, never aim for the face. And Ling Han not only wanted to hit Na Zhi Yan's face, he actually wanted to use his foot; Ling Han was really looking down on him too much!

"Junior, you are too arrogant!" Na Zhi Yan exclaimed in anger. He raised his hand and used a palm strike to parry the kick. Hong, seven spikes of ice spread out. The icy air was powerful, and instantly, the surrounding temperature dropped a few dozen degrees. Shards of ice formed in the air endlessly before falling onto the ground.