However, Ye Feng was still not in the least bit anxious. Every move Ye Feng made seemed immensely realistic, yet carried no real power. Striking against the barrier of the War God Platform, it couldn't shake it in the slightest.
Zhan Jue couldn't help but say, "It seems that Brother Ye Feng has no talent at all for our Zhan Clan's battle fists. Even the most foolish person in our clan's history could leave a mark on the War God Platform within a month!"
Everyone nodded helplessly in agreement. The battle fist was tailored specifically for the people of the Zhan Clan. Although there was a slight chance that outsiders could succeed, the likelihood was infinitesimal, almost nonexistent.
Time passed little by little, and soon another day had gone by, yet Ye Feng continued swinging his fists.
Now, only two days remained, and the Zhan Clan was extremely lively, practically overflowing with people.
