Chen Gu couldn't be bothered to say much to this little brat who knew nothing, struck a starting pose, and suddenly threw a punch.
Standing opposite Chen Gu, Zhao Junzhi suddenly felt as if he were standing in front of a collapsing mountain!
The punch was like an exploding landslide, as swift as lightning. Zhao Junzhi hadn't even had time to react before the punch had already heavily struck his chest.
His chest guard visibly caved in, and then Zhao Junzhi was sent flying, crashing into his group of cronies three meters away; immediately, there were screams of pain as all the cronies were knocked down.
As Zhao Junzhi fell to the ground, his eyes glazed over, immobile, and blood gushed from his mouth and nose.
The physical arts instructor for the fourth class turned pale with shock and screamed, "You've killed someone—"
Chen Gu remained calm and composed, while Liu Shichan frowned in disgust, "With today's medical technology, injuries like these won't kill."
