Seeing Chen Yang remain still, Wu Peng's face displayed a smug expression as he scoffed, "Kid, you're sensible for not resisting. If you did, you would have died even more miserably."
"Is that so?"
Chen Yang responded with an indifferent smile. Just as Wu Peng's fist was about to strike him, he moved.
Wu Peng only saw a shadow flash by. His swinging fist was controlled by an overwhelmingly powerful force, and then, a tremendous strength transmitted from his arm. He felt his body lighten as he was thrown out, heavily crashing into a nearby iron table, making a loud clanging noise.
With his heart skipping a beat, Wu Peng rolled off the table and looked at Chen Yang warily, utterly unable to believe that he had just been thrown by Chen Yang. Could this seemingly frail young man really possess such strength?
