Wu Gang could block the middle-aged man's attacks every time he swung his hands.
But whenever he was about to strike, the opponent would easily dodge away.
This made Wu Gang feel very helpless in his heart.
Because most of the time, he could have increased his speed to hit the middle-aged man, yet he missed the chance simply because he didn't know how.
As the exchanges between the two men became more frequent, the middle-aged man sharply picked up on this.
After Wu Gang once again pulled back his hands, he suddenly got an idea, remembering the pack of silver needles he was carrying.
So, when the middle-aged man reached for him again, he quickly dodged and with a flick of his wrist, thrust the silver needles into the man's wrist like lightning.
"What is this?"
The middle-aged man was suddenly stabbed from behind and couldn't help but feel pain.
"Silver needles!"
Wu Gang let out these two words lightly and then shot the silver needles from his hand.
