"Young Master Wang!"
"Young Master Wang!"
Two shrieks rang out. He Cheng San and Wu Yong, who had stood dumbfounded for quite a while, had finally come back to their senses.
As Wang Wenhao's most loyal lackeys, seeing Wang Wenhao sent flying by a single palm strike from Du Meng, they immediately screamed and rushed toward him. Their movements and urgency made it seem as though their own father had been beaten.
"Young Master Wang, are you alright?"
"Young Master Wang, are you hurt?"
The moment He Cheng San and Wu Yong reached Wang Wenhao, they hurriedly helped him up without another word and asked with concerned expressions.
It would have been better if they had not asked. The moment they did, Wang Wenhao's face darkened like the bottom of a pot, and his entire body began trembling uncontrollably.
He was furious!
Wang Wenhao had never imagined that he would be sent flying by a single palm strike.
Before this, he had loudly declared that he would give his opponent three moves.
But now...
How many moves had that been?
It had only been a stretch of the hand and a slap. It should count as one action, barely half a move, right?
Fine, let them count it as one move!
But precisely because of that, how could Wang Wenhao not be furious?
He had been instantly defeated in one move by a newcomer, a newcomer whose realm was one minor level below his.
Wang Wenhao could already see countless strange gazes fixed upon him.
Mockery, ridicule, contempt...
There was everything one could possibly imagine!
After this, his fearsome reputation as Tyrant Wang would likely become a complete joke.
"Dammit!"
With a low roar, Wang Wenhao flung away He Cheng San and Wu Yong, who were checking his condition. Like