"Heh heh."
Surrounding Li Feng, numerous foes wielding clubs formed a circle. With malicious expressions, they stared at Li Feng as if he were a trapped animal.
"Kid, there's still time to kneel and beg for mercy."
Li Feng cursed back and waved his hand defiantly at them. The adversaries, caught off guard by his audacity even at death's door, wondered if he really thought them so inept.
The leader, with a fierce look in his eyes, swung his baseball bat down hard at Li Feng.
The attack was ferocious, the swinging bat carrying the weight of the wind. Li Feng sneered and grabbed the bat in one swift motion, then stared back at the leader and brutally kicked him just below the belly.
Instantly, the leader's lower body launched into the air, his form twisting like a struggling toad and slammed into the ground, face-first into the dirt.
The leader stood, covered in dust, while the surrounding foes were stunned by Li Feng's sharp counterattack.
