Wu Zhenchuan immediately flew into a rage, thinking to himself, you country bumpkin, what right do you have to grab my wrist?
You damn well have no right to stop me! You ought to be splashed by me!
However, after his angry expression, Wu Zhenchuan displayed a look of disdain.
Although he felt that Jiang Chuan's grip was indeed strong, it was nothing unusual for someone from the countryside, who often does farm work and thus has some strength. After all, he was a Grandmaster of martial arts, how could he allow his wrist to be grabbed?
So, Wu Zhenchuan slightly gathered force in his arm, and then suddenly shook his wrist!
This shake was not without its intricacies; among Wu Zhenchuan's skills, there was a technique known as the Shaking Skill.
With just a casual shake of the arm, a force of a thousand pounds would be generated. Not to mention if his wrist were grabbed, even if it were bound with ropes, this shake would be enough to break the ropes.
