Whoosh—
Locking onto Wang Zhe's figure, Ye Fan twisted his body, avoiding another strike while simultaneously clenching his fist and smashing it heavily towards Wang Zhe's nose bridge, forming a shadowy afterimage.
Bang!!!
Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Ye Fan ruthlessly landed a punch on Wang Zhe's nostrils. Stricken, Wang Zhe howled and plopped down onto the ground.
"What? Young Master Wang was actually hit by that kid Ye Fan?"
"Damn! Isn't Young Master Wang an Ancient Martial Artist? How could he suffer a setback at the hands of this kid?"
Seeing Wang Zhe knocked to the ground by Ye Fan's punch, many onlookers' eyelids jumped in shock.
Just moments ago, to everyone's eyes, Ye Fan was likely no match for Wang Zhe, yet unexpectedly, Wang Zhe was so easily defeated; with just one punch, Ye Fan knocked him to the ground.
"Such agile movements!" Director Liu Ce's eyes lit up.