"Su Qiang, you're too arrogant and presumptuous!"
"Seeking death!"
Three young people who had fought desperately to win, all outstanding among the younger generation. How could they not be enraged upon hearing Su Qiang's words?
Without hesitation, the three of them struck simultaneously, fists like hammers, palm winds like dragons, kicks like the wind.
Su Qiang remained calm and fearless, facing three opponents alone. Not only did he not fall into a disadvantage, but he became even more vigorous as the battle progressed.
The audience below the stage, witnessing this scene, cheered unanimously in support of Su Qiang.
Liang Bing put his arm around Tang Yi's shoulder, excitedly saying, "Do you know? Su Qiang has been my close brother since we were little!"
"When he was ten, his parents died of serious illnesses. He borrowed a thousand yuan from me and went to Mount Wudang alone."
"He was gone for ten years."
