章節 1165: Injuring Augustine

"You can actually block my God of Light's Fist?" Augustine's face became pale, as he was astonished.

As for the God of Light's Fist, he clearly knew its power. He had defeated countless people with it, but now, it had been easily defeated by Qingfeng.

"Your punch is too weak," Qingfeng Li smiled coldly and said.

Augustine's face became pale as his eyes flashed cold. He was really agitated by this Qingfeng Li. This damn guy, even saying that his fist art was weak. It was like he was insultng him, but also showing contempt towards the Sky Gods.

Augustine swung his fist and continued to attack Qingfeng Li with his fist arts. But, each time, he was beaten back by Qingfeng Li's Strangle Hell Fist.

The God of Light's Fist was a god level fist technique, while the Strangle Hell Fist was an immortal level fist technique. Both were at the same level, and neither of them was able to get the upper hand.

Keng!