Xiao Qiang didn't respond, continuing to count slowly. "Two!"
"I'm a ninth-rank martial artist, do you really think you're innately talented? Fuck off!" After finishing speaking, he forcefully slings his left fist towards Zhang Xiao'ou.
Zhang Xiao'ou cries out in shock, instinctively covering her face with both hands.
Seeing Xiao Qiang blocking his left fist, Baldhead Qiang reveals a scheming smile.
It turns out that the punch aimed at Zhang Xiao'ou was a feint; as Xiao Qiang's hand blocked his left fist, Baldhead Qiang quickly withdrew it, slamming his right fist towards Xiao Qiang's face.
But seeing Xiao Qiang's calm demeanor, Baldhead Qiang felt somewhat uneasy. He gritted his teeth, put more force in his attack. It should be impossible for something unexpected to occur. His one hand is holding this girl, the other one is blocking my left. I am certain of my success!
"Boom!" A muffled sound echoed.
