Brother Biao

Lu Wei was just like an artillery shell as he slid through the air again. After flying for tens of meters, he was thrown onto the ground harshly.

After struggling once or twice, he did not climb up from the ground. His eyeballs rolled up and he almost fainted.

Consecutively being at a disadvantage for two rounds, Lu Wei already knew that he had met a tough match. It was an opponent far more adept in fighting than him and he did not even know how he had lost.

"Wow, that's too cool, martial arts master."

In the distance, the young female delinquent widened her eyes and happily leapt for joy. She had just witnessed that youth waving his hand and sending Lu Wei flying, before landing to his death with her own eyes.

If it were not a martial art master, what kind of person could have such a strong power? It was simply too shocking.