Mo Wen had never been polite this type of opinionated person before. If Mo Wen did not have such strong ability, the one who would be oppressed would be him. He had held back somewhat in the punch just now. Otherwise, with the current power of his flesh, he would very likely have directly blasted Wang Qiangbiao to death with a punch.
"You…" Wang Qiangbiao looked at Mo Wen, unable to say anything for a long while. He wanted to throw out one or two insults, but he discovered that his body was constantly shivering. Knowing that he was afraid, he did not dare to try and insult this youth. The youth was a monster, pressing down on him, causing him to be unable to breathe.
He had never imagined that a youth would be so strong. He felt as though he was going against a later stage Golden Elixir realm ancient martial art practitioner.