Zhang Yang and his ilk were no fools; on the contrary, they were all very smart.
They naturally understood what Wu Gang was implying.
That he had seized the handle in the use of Inner Strength.
Taekwondo might be powerful, but compared to martial arts, it's laughably weak.
Zhang Yang and his friends merely had to combine martial arts with Taekwondo.
But in the end, by using Inner Strength, even if it involved the thousand-year legacy of the Divine Land, Zhang Yang and the others had already been defeated.
"Enough talk, if you're afraid to continue fighting, then kneel down and admit defeat, and we might consider letting you off," they said.
Zhang Yang snorted coldly, this was the territory of the Taekwondo club, and they absolutely couldn't let Wu Gang interfere with their mindset.
Wu Gang gave a slight smile, looking at Zhang Yang as if he were looking at a fool, "Rest assured, I'll definitely knock you down, you cur!"
"Let's do this!"
