Zhu Bufan couldn't be blamed for this; after all, Qu Xiangren was an old master, with far more experience in every aspect than Zhu Bufan.
"Kid, you're not so impressive..." Seeing Zhu Bufan spitting blood from his strike, Qu Xiangren's previous vigilance towards Zhu Bufan had significantly decreased.
Originally, he thought that Zhu Bufan could easily knock Uncle Fu out with one move, showing great strength, but unexpectedly, he himself had only used one signature move.
It seemed that Zhu Bufan was now injured!
"Heh heh..." Faced with Qu Xiangren's mockery, Zhu Bufan simply revealed a faint smile at the corner of his mouth.
Wiping the blood from his mouth, Zhu Bufan got up from the ground.
"Kid, I advise you to obediently hand over your belongings and then finish yourself off; otherwise, I won't leave your body intact," Qu Xiangren said to Zhu Bufan with an expression like he was looking at a dead man.
