An Nanjing’s master!

So, the middle aged man’s identity was obvious.

Yang Ye had quite an embarrassed expression on his face.

Fight?

He was probably no match for the middle aged man. But refuse to fight? That was such a humiliation!

He was in a dilemma!

But it only took an instant for a firm expression to appear on Yang Ye’s face.

Fight!

Outside the cottage.

Yang Ye and the middle aged man stood far apart from each other. There was around 30m between them.

The middle aged man stretched out a finger and provoked Yang Ye. Yang Ye didn’t hesitate to swing his sword, and sword energy tore through the air and instantly arrived before the middle aged man.

Meanwhile, the middle aged man clenched his fist and slammed it forward!

Bang!

In an instant, Yang Ye’s sword energy exploded apart, and the force of the punch slammed Yang Ye over 10km away. As soon as he stopped himself, the energy within him roiled, and he felt extremely uncomfortable.

Meanwhile, the middle aged man suddenly said, “I used less than 20% of my strength!”

Yang Ye gazed at the middle aged man, and then he suddenly appeared behind the latter....