After dealing with these youngsters with three punches and two kicks, Lin Chuan suddenly felt a bit disappointed. Despite the fact that I had trained hard for these skills when I was young, wherever I fought, I never lost. The frustrating thing is, most of the time, like now, the opponent falls to the ground before I even have my fill of the fight, completely not giving any face.
It's like an old drunkard; you give him only a little liquor each day, denying him any more. The more you withhold, the more unsatisfied he gets.
"If I knew you were this weak, I wouldn't have fought with you. Now you've stirred up my fighting spirit, but there's no place to let it out." Lin Chuan glanced at the four non-mainstream youngsters on the ground, speaking with disdain.
