In less than two minutes, the bald guy had thrown at least a hundred punches, all of which were effortlessly dodged by Chu Ge.
At this point, the bald guy was panting like an ox, with large beads of sweat streaming down his face, and his movements became sluggish, yet his eyes showed even more unwillingness.
It wasn't just because all his attacks missed; it was also because Chu Ge, in his line of sight, wasn't even slightly flushed or out of breath.
As he swung yet another punch at Chu Ge, he suddenly lost his balance and staggered to the ground at Chu Ge's feet.
Chu Ge folded his arms and sneered coldly, "With skills like this, what do you have to be dissatisfied about? Do you still think calling you trash is an insult? Huh?"
The bald guy punched the ground and suddenly raised his head, his eyes red with anger, "Dodging around like a monkey, what kind of skill is that? If you have the guts, fight me head-on!"
