"I have faith in Young Master Ye!"
Xiao Liu was full of confidence in Ye Chenfeng. After all, the scene of Ye Chenfeng extinguishing a cigarette and striking a bear was deeply etched in his memory, impossible to forget.
The corner of Ye Chenfeng's mouth curved into a devilish smile. He held the Flying Knife with one hand, striking a pose as if to throw a dart.
"Damn, what's this? Is he throwing darts?"
"Bro, come on, this is a Flying Knife!"
Everyone was about to faint; they initially thought Ye Chenfeng was skilled with the Flying Knife, but true experts are evident with just a glance.
When Ye Chenfeng struck the pose, they were all at a loss for words.
This wasn't a stance for playing with the Flying Knife at all; it looked more like a child tossing a dart.
"So he's an amateur, huh? How can he compare with an expert like Li Xiang? I heard Li Xiang is a descendant of the legendary Xiao Li Flying Knife!"
Now, no one supported Ye Chenfeng anymore.
