Chen Kai watched for a while longer, unable to help but shake his head in a wry smile. Because he realized he was mistaken; the young man wasn't skilled in martial arts, he just fought with a fearless bravado.
As the saying goes, the horizontal fears the vertical, who in turn fear those who are fearless. There were not many street thugs who were skilled in martial arts, especially of this teenager's age.
Even fewer had been learning martial arts from a young age. Generally, those who could afford to learn martial arts from a young age had families that were not poor, and those who were not poor would not become street thugs.
The fight was reaching its final stages.
Several punches and kicks had already landed on the young man. Not only was his hair disheveled, but his nose was already bleeding, staining his face and clothes.
Suddenly, the young man was knocked to the ground with a swift kick, followed by several rushing forward to punch and kick him while he was down.
