Chapter 688: Flower-Patterned Boxers

Boom! Bang! Crash! Across the ancient plains, all you could hear were thunderous roars, each as loud as a clap of thunder. Under the watchful eyes of countless spectators, Frank Yale and Samson Vinaul had traded at least a hundred blows. However, it was obvious that compared to Samson, Frank looked more battered. From the start, he had been on the defensive, unable to exhibit his peak power. "Is that all you've got, Qin Yu?" Samson's mocking laughter echoed endlessly between heaven and earth....