Li Cheng got up, his body aching all over. He hadn't expected Zhang Xiaomeng to possess such strength in his unassuming frame with what seemed like a casual kick.
He immediately realized that Zhang Xiaomeng was a trained martial artist.
But with Xu Mang by his side, who was there on behalf of Xu Mang to look for a woman, Li Cheng figured Xu Mang was unlikely to just stand by and watch. With this in mind, his courage grew a little.
"Kid, you're asking for it," he said, then lunged for Zhang Xiaomeng's chest.
But who was Zhang Xiaomeng?
Even without using True Qi, he was not someone the likes of Li Cheng, with his yellow complexion and scrawny figure marked by kidney deficiency, could compare to.
Another kick came without any surprise, and Li Cheng was sent flying once more.
This time, Li Cheng dared not rise again. Smart as he was, even if he could have gotten up, he felt it was better to stay down.
He had now seen that Zhang Xiaomeng could easily handle him.
