Seeing Zuo Feng once again launch an attack on Teng Fang, both Teng Fang and the short-shirt man simultaneously revealed a sinister smile. Zuo Feng sharply captured all this in his eyes. Although his expression remained unchanged, he had a cold smile in his heart.
Though Zuo Feng stepped forward, he maintained a half-crouched posture, and this time he lifted his left fist, which was shackled. Seeing Zuo Feng's punch coming, Teng Fang appeared caught off guard, but his footwork remained steady.
As Zuo Feng anticipated, when the fist was a foot away from Teng Fang, the long whip swiftly wrapped around his wrist again. Zuo Feng pretended to panic as he quickly retracted his fist, but his eyes flashed coldly as he fiercely twisted his wrist and firmly grasped the long whip wrapped around his hand.
