In Long Ao's eyes, although Tang Ming is a Seven-star Martial Master, at the end of the day, he's merely an eighteen-year-old kid, and his real strength definitely can't compare to his own.
"It seems to be eight hundred."
Uncertainly, Tang Ming looked at the watch on his wrist.
"Impossible."
Hearing this, Long Ao widened his eyes and firmly shouted, "How can you, an eighteen-year-old Seven-star Martial Master, possibly endure such weight?"
"Don't believe it, see for yourself."
Tang Ming was too lazy to argue.
"I…"
Long Ao wanted to move his body, but unfortunately, he had reached his physical limit and couldn't see Tang Ming's wrist from his position.
"Damn, it's actually eight hundred."
Located just to Tang Ming's right, Lin Canghai called out in disbelief.
"No way?"
Wu Xiaoyu murmured in surprise, not expecting Tang Ming to be so strong.
"How is this possible? Are you stronger than me?"
Long Ao's face turned ugly as he shook his head repeatedly.
