"So tough, this person must have reached Outer Forging Great Perfection!" Qin Yuesheng thought to himself.
Wang Ba's body shook, as he slapped away Qin Yuesheng's last punch, then precisely grabbed his shoulders and waist with both hands, and fiercely threw him to the ground like livestock.
This was a grappling and wrestling technique, with a hint of entangling style.
Before Qin Yuesheng could get up, Wang Ba stomped heavily on his chest, causing the ground beneath Qin Yuesheng to crack and form a shallow pit the size of a person.
"Ugh!" Qin Yuesheng hadn't caught his breath yet, but suffered another heavy blow. His internal organs were struggling under the pressure.
But Wang Ba didn't care about him. Without a convenient hammer, his hands could still catch enemies for a beating.
Qin Yuesheng quickly slapped the ground with his right hand, using the force to distance himself from Wang Ba.
