"What!"
The spectators were immediately shocked, being able to hold the stick with one hand—that Tang Ming's martial force was too fierce.
"Shit, let go of it."
Ma Gangqiang couldn't pull the stick free at all. Now he realized Tang Ming's prowess and began to bellow.
"Oh, okay!"
Tang Ming released it promptly, spun around quickly, and kicked out with one foot straight into Ma Gangqiang's chest. He sent him flying several meters back, and he landed hard on the ground.
This guy was indeed a Martial Artist, his physical condition was naturally strong, and Tang Ming naturally showed no mercy when striking.
Ma Gangqiang lay on the ground, his chest painfully throbbing, completely unable to get up. On the side, Liu Mengting watched with great excitement: "Ma Gangqiang, see, I told you, I was afraid you'd get beaten!"
"Fuck, Tang Ming, you're ballsy. Wait for me."
Ma Gangqiang yelled at his lackeys, "What are you standing there for, help me up."
"Oh."
