Chapter 142 Come Here and Die

• A six-foot-five man walked forward and gave William a look of mockery. "This ain't the place to talk sh*t, punk," he roared. Then, he raised his right leg and swung it down with great speed and force.
• His companions cheered him on, imagining William getting knocked out from the kick. However, William extended his hand to grab the man's leg. To everyone's surprise, the kick did not land. Instead, the man's leg hung in mid-air, held by William.
• Beads of sweat formed on the man's forehead. It felt like a steel pincer was holding his leg, and it hurt. He tried to push his leg down, but William didn't even budge.