"Brother Cheng, someone to carry on the legacy!"
In the stands, Luo Liang had been watching the arena where Yan Chuan and Wei Quan were fighting. Seeing Wei Quan defeat eight people in a row, witnessing Yan Chuan first instruct opponents then guide Wei Quan, with the boxing skills of both visible to the naked eye, Luo Liang couldn't help but exclaim in admiration.
Someone to carry on the legacy!
Not just Yan Chuan!
That Wei Quan, eighteen or nineteen, able to practice 'Copper Bridge Iron Horse' and 'Tiger Form Boxing' to such a level, and outside the academy, in the Martial Arts Hall, his talent truly isn't bad.
And it's heard he's only been practicing martial arts for three years.
"Three years!"
"With this level of achievement."
"If nothing unexpected happens, in another decade, your Cheng Family Boxing's third generation will be fully matured."
Luo Liang was deeply envious.
Cheng Family Boxing!
At that time, three generations under one roof, truly splendid.
