"Really? How so?" Wang Cong realized at the auction last time that Gu Yi was no ordinary person. The world was far more complex than he had imagined.
"That guy looked thin and small, but when he grabbed me, it felt like some force surged into my body. No matter how I resisted, I couldn't muster any strength," Wang Cong recalled.
"I'm six feet tall and weigh over 150 pounds, while he's only about five foot seven and a little over 100 pounds. He lifted me with one hand. That's not something an average person can do."
"Oh?" Fang Jueyu understood that Wang Cong had encountered a martial artist. The force surging into his body must have been inner strength. It seemed the opponent had spared him; otherwise, he would have suffered more than just some minor injuries.
