Facing Yang Boyu's attack, Ye Qingchen stood motionless, appearing as if he were scared stiff. Seeing this, the surrounding Outer Sect Disciples couldn't help but scoff.
"Yang Boyu is moving too fast. That loser Ye Qingchen can't even react!"
"Ye Qingchen is pathetic! He doesn't even know how to dodge!"
"What a shame Yang Boyu beat me to it. Otherwise, I could have dropped Ye Qingchen with one punch, and his Cultivation Resources would be mine!"
"..."
Amidst the disciples' chatter, Yang Boyu's fist was already less than a foot from Ye Qingchen's face. At that moment, Yang Boyu was already celebrating internally, fantasizing about how he would use Ye Qingchen's Cultivation Resources once he got them.
However, in the next instant, the fist he had aimed at Ye Qingchen's face struck nothing but air!
It missed? How is that possible?!
A look of disbelief spread across Yang Boyu's face. An instant later, his vision blurred as a fist shot straight toward him.
BANG!
