"Aren't you the provincial fighting champion? Get up and fight me,"
Zhang Fan said as he twisted Fan Jian's collar and, with an over the shoulder throw, sent Fan Jian flying out.
"Bang!"
A particularly dull sound erupted, mingled with Fan Jian's screams of agony.
"You weakling, that's all you got, and you dare to strut around?" Zhang Fan dusted off his hands as casually as if he'd just thrown away some trash.
Gao Jie swallowed hard, his face frozen in place.
He couldn't even react to that move, that speed.
It was as if, in an instant, Fan Jian had turned into a dead dog.
He knew full well Fan Jian's strength; he was a bona fide fighting champion, and yet, in Zhang Fan's hands, he couldn't even fight back?
Jiang Min'er's eyes were fixed intently on Zhang Fan.
Thinking of Zhang Fan's strong and powerful arms, her cheeks couldn't help but bloom with color.
Could it be that the expert Li Yu spoke of was Zhang Fan?
It was only now that Jiang Min'er realized this.