"I didn't know!"
"Am I so powerful?!"
Before long, on the stage, six people in a row, Wei Quan stretched his fists and feet. He hadn't even exerted himself, and one by one, they were all defeated under his fists.
Effortless!
Relaxed!
No frills, no difficulty!
Even Wei Quan himself was dazed: "I didn't even use my strength, how did they all fall?"
It turns out.
He's that strong!
"Practicing martial arts for three years, having such skills, truly remarkable."
"They say Master Yan can 'turn stone into gold,' now it seems, indeed not bad."
Below the stage, a group squeezed forward, the leader jumped onto the stage, looked at Wei Quan, then at Yan Chuan, and introduced himself: "Guangling Academy, Character Gate Fist, Li Yijun, would like to ask Master Yan for guidance."
"No rush, no rush."
"Let my disciple have a good fight first, what do you say?"
Yan Chuan waved his hand, declining the challenge.
