Hearing the young man's words, Xie Xuantong's expression turned bitter.
"Senior Brother, that Luo Feng is not simple."
"Not simple?"
The youth raised an eyebrow, his gaze shifting to Xie Xuantong.
"Xie Xuantong, that doesn't sound like you. A Martial Artist's heart should be as firm as a blade, unyielding and forging ever forward. If you lose that sharpness, I fear your achievements will stagnate from this day on."
"Your teachings are wise, Senior Brother."
"Is that Luo Feng truly so formidable?" the youth asked again.
Xie Xuantong's face stiffened. He nodded slightly and said in a low voice, "Senior Brother, Luo Feng defeated Yi Wuxue with a single punch. And it looked like he wasn't even using his full strength."
Only after witnessing the clash between Luo Feng and Yi Wuxue did Xie Xuantong truly grasp the meaning of real power.
Luo Feng was like a towering, insurmountable mountain, extinguishing any thought of resistance deep within Xie Xuantong's heart.
