Bang!
Wang Longhu was hit in the chest and flew back, but fortunately, he managed to steady himself by pressing his hands against the wall, landing easily on the ground, and brushing off the dirt from his chest without much impact.
The masked man's brow furrowed. Although he held back his strength, this kick wasn't something ordinary people could withstand. Even a Martial Artist would have injured their internal organs. Yet, the young man before him seemed unaffected, which surprised him.
"Put it down," Wang Longhu said, slightly bending his knees and quietly clenching his fists.
Before the masked man could respond, Wang Longhu launched himself forward like a horse stepping, instantly closing the distance in the small room and unleashing a Beng Fist.
Clap!
A shocking crack sounded. Upon hearing the noise, the masked man's eyes widened in surprise as he bent back into a bridge position, narrowly dodging Wang Longhu's fist before using his leg strength to sidestep to the side.
