"Huff—"
Fang Cheng exhaled a stream of scalding hot air from his nostrils, his eyes reddening as he stared at the treasure hunters in front of him.
The corners of his mouth curled upwards slightly, painting a disdainful arc.
It seemed he scoffed at the provocateur who came to his door, finding their attack strength too light, as if merely scratching an itch.
Thus, Fang Cheng took action himself.
No, he struck out with his leg!
He stood in place, his left leg suddenly drawing up at the knee, foot straightened, and forcefully kicked forward.
A straight stomp whistled out.
The air erupted with a "pop" under the impact of this swift force.
The speed was so fast there was no time to blink, the resultant strength was incomparably fierce!
The man brandishing a katana only felt sharp pain in his abdomen, as if hit hard by a cannonball.
