With a casual punch, Lin Fan sent Wang Shengteng tumbling to the ground, nearly knocking his soul out. In that instant, Wang Shengteng felt as though his very soul had scattered.
"Who exactly are you?" Wang Shengteng looked at Lin Fan, struggling to speak. Even a fool should realize by now that Lin Fan was no ordinary person. Today, he had run into a real challenge.
Lin Fan said, "Me? I'm just a farmer!"
Wang Shengteng broke into a cold sweat, thinking this hillbilly must have been doing farm work since childhood, building up immense strength. In hindsight, it was understandable; he was too reckless and paid dearly for it.
"Hurry up and help me up!" Wang Shengteng shouted to the people behind him.
His two bodyguards rushed over to help him up.
"You little punk, don't get cocky. The duel earlier doesn't count at all!" Wang Shengteng snorted coldly.
