"Go, I'm fine!" The man in the floral shirt pushed him, despite his shirt being covered in blood, he was still not in too much trouble. The man in the floral shirt barely got up from the ground, glaring at Ye Chen, and said, "You brat, you're actually a practitioner, let's see if I don't kill you today!"
"Hehe, if you have the guts, bring it on!" Ye Chen waved his hand towards this guy. The man in the floral shirt rushed at Ye Chen once more. However, this time, he was much more cautious. With a side kick, Ye Chen blocked it with his hand, grabbed his calf, then took a few steps back. The man in the floral shirt was pulled continuously by Ye Chen, unable to keep his balance at all.
He had no choice but to follow Ye Chen's pull and run forward. Ye Chen suddenly stopped his steps, grabbing the opponent's steering wheel lock, and smashed it hard on the opponent's forehead. The blow was very powerful, smashing the opponent's forehead open. Blood flowed profusely.
