Wang Ergou was stupefied by that slap.
Xu Lu's capabilities he had already figured out—merely an expertise in Qinggong and mediocre in martial arts.
Yet he couldn't even resist the vibratory force of his own Inner Strength!
How could he possibly land such a slap on him?
But just now, every move and style he used was anticipated by the opponent.
Clearly, Xu Lu had seen through his moves completely, leading him to be utterly controlled.
That last slap was particularly calculated and utterly detestable.
The surrounding laughter was piercing to the ear, each chuckle like a knife thrusting into his heart.
He knew he was going to be defeated today, but had never anticipated being defeated by such a nameless nobody.
Overwhelmed with rage, he felt fury rising from his heart and malice creeping up to his gall.
Abruptly, he raised his head to look at Xu Lu, who was still laughing cheerfully:
"Today, if I don't kill you, the hatred in my heart will not be quelled!!"
