"Looks like Mo Gan Yun is done for… and so are we..."
Yu Zhongge stared blankly.
Jing Shuanggao hung his head, dejected: "I can't even beat Mo Gan Yun..."
Qiu Yunshang scratched his head: "Didn't he just say he was the weakest?"
"Damn, and we actually believed him!"
The three were utterly disheartened.
Although the battle wasn't over yet, as onlookers, it was clear—Mo Gan Yun was done for now.
Just watch.
In the arena, Fang Che transformed into a blur, shadows spinning around him. Mo Gan Yun watched intently, but each of his punches landed in the air. He yelled and roared in frustration.
Bam bam bam bam...
Four consecutive punches hit Mo Gan Yun's eye sockets.
Suddenly, a fresh, hot panda appeared out of nowhere.
Mo Gan Yun struggled to open his eyes, desperately swinging his fists.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh...
The sounds of his punches splitting the air made all the onlookers' eyes twitch. Mo Gan Yun's power was quite something.
