"Ma Le Ge Bi! You stole my woman and still dare to act so arrogantly. Watch me cripple you!"
Wu Tian's eyes were fierce as he swung his fist toward Jiang Chuan's face.
It's clear this guy's martial arts were decent, but in front of Jiang Chuan, it was just superficial showmanship.
Jiang Chuan raised his hand and easily caught his fist, then applied a little force, and a scream like a pig being slaughtered echoed on the scene,
"Ah, it hurts, let go of me!"
Wu Tian trembled in pain, continuously howling miserably.
Jiang Chuan loosened his grip, then pushed him away, causing Wu Tian to stagger backward a few steps and almost fall.
He climbed back up from the ground, rubbing his painfully throbbing fist, realizing only then that Jiang Chuan's skills were far superior.
But of course, this guy wouldn't give up easily. Pointing at Jiang Chuan, he arrogantly declared, "Kid, you better wait. I won't let go of what happened today."
