A Bunch of Idiots

Again, Chi Yang only had to slightly move his body away to easily dodge the punch.

his two attacks having missed, the muscular man was very angry now. He launched another fierce attack against Chi Yang. In an instant, he threw nearly ten punches alongside seven more kicks at Chi Yang's face, heart, and waist.

After every one or two punches, he would coordinate a kick. 

Nangong Nuannuan could not help but laugh when she saw this routine.

This was a typical martial arts class student technique.

The muscular man's seemingly tyrannical attack was mere child's play to Chi Yang. His fist technique finally came to an end. He was gasping for breath, yet he had not managed to ever lay a single finger on Chi Yang's clothes, let alone him.

The muscular man was filled with depression and disbelief. When the two emotions combined, they morphed into embarrassment and anger.

He angrily asked, "Why aren't you attacking? Are you trying to be an *sshole?"