Huo Yuhao, utilizing the strength in his legs, quickly stood up from the ground, then reached out and grabbed Wang Dong's ankles.
Wang Dong's body bent forwards as he pointed his downwards-facing legs forwards in order to wrap them around Huo Yuhao's neck and trap his head between his legs.
Huo Yuhao immediately retracted both of his arms to beside his neck, then reached out and grabbed Wang Dong's ankled again.
“Your arms can't twist my thighs.” Wang Dong snorted. He didn't dodge Huo Yuhao's strike, instead leaning his upper body backwards and supporting his body with both hands on the floor. At the same time, he tried to encircle Huo Yuhao's neck with renewed vigor.
However, Huo Yuhao had an iron grip on Wang Dong's ankles; no matter how much Wang Dong struggled, he couldn't move his legs forwards even an inch.
Huo Yuhao laughed and said, “You're still too weak. You call these matchstick-thin legs thighs?”
Wang Dong continued to exert his strength in disbelief,...
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