A tall boy stepped out from behind Ouyang Ping.
Seeing Ouyang Ping cower, he immediately pulled him behind himself and said coldly.
"What's done is done, what do you want?"
Yang Fei snorted and sneered.
"Talking about fighting, I'm worried you'd wet your pants!"
As he spoke, his body suddenly soared into the air, executing a 360-degree Tornado Kick.
His left foot, like a heavy battle-axe, struck the metal support of the basketball hoop.
Clang!
A metallic crashing sound, as if a Thousand Gold Bronze Bell had been struck.
The entire basketball hoop shook violently.
The metal part struck by Yang Fei was deeply dented.
Not stopping there, Yang Fei followed with a heavy punch to the metal support pole of the basketball hoop.
Clang!
Another loud crash, the part of the metal pole that was hit caved inward.
Even the imprint of the fist was deeply marked.
Yang Fei stretched his hands and feet, his face unflushed and breathing unhurried.
He walked up to the guy.
