You Are Already Dead

"How dare you speak to your Grandpa Sun like that!" Sun Wu struck first, thrusting his staff toward Tang Luo's chest.

Tang Luo casually caught the bronze staff, seized it, snapped it in two, and tossed the pieces aside.

"..."

The crowd fell silent. They couldn't keep up with what they had just witnessed—what kind of martial art was that?

Disarming barehanded combined with Iron Sand Palm?

They had never seen anything like it!

And the moves were not flashy in the slightest. It was like an adult bullying a child.

His weapon had been seized and destroyed in an instant. Sun Wu's heart jolted, and the feeling of a heart attack grew even worse.

But that did not stop him from attacking. He clenched his sandbag-sized fist and smashed it toward Tang Luo.

I, Sun Wu, am going to defy the heavens today!

Tang Luo dodged Sun Wu's punch and stuck out his right foot, nearly tripping him to the ground.

Sun Wu was nimble. Bracing both hands on the ground, he kicked out with both feet, fiercely attacking Tang Luo's lower body.

After thinking for one-tenth of a second, Tang Luo slapped Sun Wu onto the ground. "Let's go, let's go."

Then he grabbed Sun Wu by the calf and dragged him outside.

Tang Luo had no intention of fighting three hundred rounds with Sun Wukong's reincarnated body here just to entertain the spectators.

With that casual slap from Tang Luo, Sun Wu's entire body went numb. His limbs no longer felt like his own, and he let Tang Luo drag him off the platform.

There was nothing he could do. He couldn't move.

As if he were carrying a weapon, Tang Luo casually held the stiff Sun Wu and headed out.

The surrounding spectators instinctively parted to