Brother Su.
You are definitely a schemer.
"Meng Yang is useless too, couldn't knock Su Yue off the stage with two punches. Spreading dog food like this."
Bai Xiaolong felt a pang of jealousy.
"Little brother-in-law is impressive, using the tactic of injury exploitation with finesse."
Yang Lezhi silently noted Su Yue's strategy.
Find time to go to the damp realm, take a hit for Xu Baiyan, maybe this marriage will succeed.
...
"I'll remind you once more, the third punch might really land you in the hospital."
Meng Yang, a lone wolf.
He also saw Mu Cheng's excited and touched expression.
Meng Yang envied it too.
Crackling sounds.
Thunder Fist once again flared with blinding brilliance.
This was already the third punch.
If this punch still can't knock Su Yue down, he would need to self-reflect.
BOOM!
Thunder Fist once again unleashed terrifying arcs of lightning, Su Yue's clothes were whipped up by the gale.
"Victory or defeat lies in this punch."
