Zhao Luo who had warned Wu Yang threw his fist at Wu Yang's face
Zhao Luo wasn't seriously trying to hurt him with his punch as there was almost no power behind his fist but the speed of that punch was fast. Way faster than what a disciple in the trainee hall could handle.
Especially Wu Yang who had been in the trainee hall for a long time.
"Eat this for fooling with me."
Zhao Luo shouted with a grin on his face.
But soon that grin vanished as Zhao Luo was surprised.
'Swoosh.'
Wu Yang had dodged Zhao Luo's punch by bending downwards faster than the speed of the punch itself.
Zhao Luo pulled his arm back and looked at Wu Yang who was falling backward after dodging his punch with a questioning face.
He was now suspecting Wu Yang even more than before.
Thud!
"Why did you throw a punch at me?"
Wu Yang gave a slightly late reaction as he fell hitting his back on the ground after dodging Zhao Luo's punch.
