Pan Da would never understand why, when waiting in vain for the author's update was already infuriating enough, he had to get punched too.
Had there been something wrong with this bet from the start...
But when he saw San Wa turn from punching him to punching a sandbag, Pan Da began to feel grateful that the punch to his face had been so gentle.
The guy wore neither hand wraps nor gloves. With one barehanded punch, he sent the fifty-kilogram synthetic sandbag swinging high into the air, like a weightless leather sack.
Afterward, he even shouted, "This thing's way too light!"
Over on the other side, Zhong Yi looked like he had eaten shit.
Pan Da considered his own weight. He didn't seem to be that much heavier than the sandbag-less than twice its weight, anyway... If he really took a punch like that, how much lower would he fly?
The sandbag swung back. San Wa didn't seem to have much experience either, simply standing there and punching straight at it again. This time, his fist missed the center, and the sandbag spun around and slammed into his face with a thud.
Even watching it made Pan Da flinch involuntarily.
San Wa took the hit squarely, and a faint golden light seemed to flicker. He merely covered his nose and rubbed it, then went back to punching with little grunts, still saying, "It's a bit light, but I'll train with this for now..."
Pan Da cautiously went back to playing Warcraft.
No wonder his Esper Ability was invulnerability. Even the real San Wa might not be as fierce as this guy. He absolutely couldn't afford to offend him.
And the guy didn't just throw punches. Barbells and every other muscle-building exercise-he worked through them all without skipping a single