"Your point is quite reasonable, but why should a person learn from a dog?"
Tang Qing chuckled lightly.
He put his backpack to one side.
Took a small step back with his right foot.
Assumed a posture as if ready to spring into action, something he had learned from TV.
Standing upright couldn't land a solid punch, a proper stance often mattered. To fight a group while remaining immovable was a mockery to his physics teacher, unless his feet were nailed to the ground.
As for fear?
None at all.
The others were only using their fists.
Without any weapons, he had nothing to worry about. Using his strength and reaction speed, he could take them all down, even if he did get hit a few times, and that was still uncertain.
Listening to this.
Brother Dong, looking at the teenager surrounded by them but maintaining a calm and fearless expression, couldn't shake off an unsettling feeling.
He couldn't tell if it was an illusion.
