Fang Mingming took a deep breath, forcing himself to say his name in a steady voice. "Fang Mingming."
The moment the two of them stood together, the exam began. He decided to strike first, fearing he wouldn't get another chance. With a grunt, he threw a punch at his opponent's stomach, following up with a dozen more in quick succession. But every blow felt like hitting a solid rubber ball. His opponent showed no reaction whatsoever.
Just then, he looked up and saw Zhongwu looking down at him. "Oh? You've started?" Zhongwu said, reaching out to grab him. Fang Mingming hastily dodged, but the hands were simply too big. They looked slow, but they were deceptively fast, swooping in from the side to clamp down on his arm.
"I—I give up..." Fang Mingming realized something was wrong and immediately shouted. But Zhongwu acted as if he hadn't heard a thing, lifting him up with one hand like a chick. Fang Mingming let out a terrified scream.
"Stop!"
