A person blinded by hatred is without reason, and for Xu Jin at this moment, only Yang Fan's blood could make him stop.
Xu Jin's fleeting figure instantly dashed forward, delivering a flying kick aimed at Yang Fan's forehead.
Yang Fan stepped back, dodged, and countered with a fierce punch, blocking the incoming kick. With a loud bang, Xu Jin was forced several steps back, landing on the spot.
Looking at Xu Jin who had just steadied himself, Yang Fan slowly said, "I've told you, your brother died because it was his own fault. I do not wish to take your life, just leave."
From that strike, Yang Fan had already roughly gauged Xu Jin's strength; wanting to kill him was nothing but a dream.
Xu Jin felt the strong force from Yang Fan's punch and knew Yang Fan was formidable, yet he had no choice but not to give up until the bitter end.
"You're dreaming, give me your life!" Xu Jin shouted again, swinging a single palm forward, striking fiercely.
