Yang Yifeng kicked Wang Baicheng flying, which alone was enough to startle the onlookers, but his next words nearly made people bite off their tongues!
Hit him?
You're actually telling a child who's just seven or eight years old to fight a grown man? To beat him to death, no less? What kind of way is that to teach a child?
And who are you, anyway?
But Yang Yifeng didn't pay any attention to the crowd's reaction. Instead, he weighed the stick in his hand and casually asked, "What's your name?"
"I... My name is Youyou." The little girl swallowed, seemingly still not recovered from the shock of Yang Yifeng kicking Wang Baicheng seven or eight meters away. It took her quite a while to stutter out her name.
"Good, Youyou!"