"Swoosh!"
Zhao Tienan charged forward first, his movements straightforward and powerful, without any unnecessary flair.
His plan was simple!
Since Weak Dog was physically weak, the best approach was to engage him in close combat, rendering his martial arts skills useless.
The facts proved that Zhao Tienan's decision was absolutely correct.
Weak Dog, who had been unbearably arrogant moments ago, couldn't perform at his usual level once Zhao Tienan engaged him in a close brawl, quickly ending up in a scuffle on the ground, his once-handsome face beaten and bruised.
"You bastard, still acting tough?"
"Sanda King, huh? Been training for ten years, huh? At your level, even a shepherd in our village could beat you easily."
Zhao Tienan slapped him rhythmically, the sound particularly satisfying, each slap providing a sense of retribution.
"Nan, yes, beat him to a pulp, damn it, avenge me!"
Xu Dapeng staggered to his feet, lifting his heavy shoes to kick wildly.
