"Are you insulting me, you bastard?" the young man shouted, driven mad with rage.
Wu Gang didn't dally further, and as he saw the other party charging over with fists clenched, he had to admit, the training intensity here was indeed very high.
But, what this person encountered was none other than Wu Gang. Before Wu Gang, a man void of any martial arts foundation, no matter how hard he trained on the grounds, couldn't withstand a single move from Wu Gang.
It had nothing to do with effort, primarily because the gap between their strengths was too vast, like one was in heaven and the other on earth.
Wu Gang smiled wryly and stood his ground without moving a step.
As the young man was about to close in, Wu Gang suddenly lifted a leg and kicked the other's thigh.
That move made everyone's eyes deceive them; they had no clue what had happened, but the next second, the young man was already sitting on the ground.
