บท 638: Galaxy Warrior?

"Aiya, don't bully this pile of old bones." Old Wang sighed. He smiled and said, "I have not fought for so long. This world is actually quite good…"

Gahill was shocked that the old man had actually dared to fight him. He subconsciously stopped and looked at Wang Daoming like he was an ant. He smiled and said, "Old Sir, I am much stronger than Asquith. It's not too late to admit defeat now!"

"Oh, you sound pretty confident." Old Wang's frail voice said, "We will only know who wins and who loses after we fight."

Wang Daoming was old and his posture was a little stooped. His clothing was made of coarse linen and gray in color. On his feet were a pair of ordinary cloth shoes. His hair was gray and streaked with white and he had a goatee. If you met him on the streets, you would have thought that he was just an ordinary old man.

Once the words left his mouth, his entire demeanor changed.

To be honest, Wang Daoming was usually an unassuming old man.