Only a barely perceptible white light shone from Wang Xiaoqiang's fist, which emitted a metallic cold light, chilling and deadly, flashing like a tiny bolt of lightning with a fierce momentum, disappearing in an instant.
Bang!
With a dull thud of flesh, Guo Biao's tall and mighty frame was sent tumbling backwards by Wang Xiaoqiang's punch, crashing heavily to the ground, stirring up a layer of dust, leaving it ambiguous whether Guo Biao was coughing continuously because of the punch's power or because the dust choked him. His appearance grew increasingly disheveled.
Xia Guifang and her mother, who were worried that Wang Xiaoqiang would be at a disadvantage, saw Wang Xiaoqiang knock Guo Biao to the ground with a single punch and couldn't help but heave a sigh of relief. This time, however, Xia Guifang's mother did not come forward to help Guo Biao up.
