Beaten Up

The man who had hit Wang Ming felt just as surprised as him. He had used significant force in that punch, more than enough to cripple a normal person, yet Wang Ming's arms were still intact, even more surprising he's still standing. There's few people in China who could withstand his punch, he didn't think he would meet someone in Liaoling city. If it had been someone from a distinguished family from Shanzou city, the capital of HanMeng district, he would understand.

"Who are you? Who's your master?"

Wang Ming felt his hands burn, but he couldn't show weakness here. If he did, then the man might just kill them both. He honestly doesn't have much confidence in beating the man in front of him. "Shouldn't you introduce yourself first?" Wang Ming said with an arrogant tone. He had never acted so cocky before, and it made him feel weird doing it.