"I'm so arrogant, second brother, let me deal with him and avenge the three!" a strong man with a rough appearance shouted angrily.

"Then he will teach his eighth brother, be careful." Erying nodded.

"Boy, now I'll knelt down and kowtow a few times. I'll leave you with my whole body, otherwise I'll use my fists to smack you into a paste."

With permission, Baying jumped off the horse's back. When there was a dull sound of landing, he hugged his fist and exerted force suddenly, and his terrifying muscles emerged, full of strength.

"Use both fists to make me into meat paste?" Yi Chen smiled indifferently, imitating the tone of the other party just now, and said, "If you kneel down and admit defeat now, I can also consider leaving the whole body, otherwise, use your hands to beat you into meat paste."

"The physical strength of the eighth regiment commander is the strongest existence in our regiment. Even the regiment commander is not as strong as his physical strength. That little thin devil dares to speak so arrogantly."

"Captain Eighth Group, beat him into meat paste! Go back and cook it into porridge and feed it to the dog!" The members of the glittering group shouted loudly, and their tone was filled with coldness.

"Since you are ungrateful, don't blame me for being rude."

On his strongest side, when faced with such arrogant provocation, Baying's face became gloomy. As soon as he exerted his arms, blue veins appeared on his strong muscles.

"Die, a shameless little devil!"

An angry shout came from Baying's mouth. He rushed towards Yi Chen with great strides. Every step he stepped on the ground would make a sound like thunder, with a very fierce momentum.

"Anger Shadow Fist!" When he came to Yi Chen's body, Baying clenched his right arm and thrust into Yi Chen's head with a terrifying wind roar. His aura was extremely terrifying.

Seeing this, Yi Chen's eyes narrowed instantly, without mobilizing any soul power. He seemed to casually stretch out his right hand and grab Baying's fist.

"He is so arrogant. He really wants to compete with Captain Eight Shadows to compete with physical strength. I really don't know if he has a brain in his mind or...."

When they saw this, the members of the scoundrel present sneered. They had not yet spoken. The next scene made them widen their eyes.

A crisp sound of "bang" came out, but Yi Chen was not bombed out. Under everyone's gaze, his face was calm, but in front of him were the Eight Shadows with cold sweat on their faces.

A very white-looking hand easily grabbed Baying's fist, making him unable to move at all. No matter how hard he tried, he could not pull it out.

"Angry Shadow Fist? I think this is a mouse fist?" A contemptuous sentence came from Yi Chen's mouth, making Baying's face turn red with shame and anger.

"How could this happen?" Baying, who felt embarrassed, kept trying hard to pull out his fist, but Yi Chen just kept moving and clamped his fist steadily.

"I'm embarrassed to take out such a little physical strength. If you don't blush, I'm embarrassed for you." Yi Chen shrugged indifferently and said, "Let you see what physical strength is."
Chapter completed!