Tang Youde had a strong ability to learn, and often exercised alone, so he picked up taekwondo very quickly.
Within just a week, he mastered several techniques. Perhaps he was no match for those with green or blue belts, but facing someone like Yu Machao was quite easy for him.
With a straight punch, Yu Machao narrowly dodged, but Tang Youde continued forward, raising his right leg high for a side kick.
This time Yu Machao failed to evade, the kick landed squarely on his left cheek, and the powerful force swung Yu Machao's body sideways to the right before he crashed heavily to the ground.
Tang Youde stood on the stage, breathing heavily.
That last kick had taken quite a bit of his strength.
You have to understand, hitting people is actually a very exhausting thing to do.
"Fuck!"
"Brother Yu got hit!"
"It was that kid Tang Youde!"
"Let's go fuck him up!"
Seeing Yu Machao being hit, his few friends were enraged and immediately wanted to rush forward.