"Not bad, being able to withstand ten moves today shows some improvement."
Su Yue was lying on the ground, like a dead dog, unable to move.
Actually, that's not quite right.
Su Yue's eyeballs could still move; he seemed to be doubting life.
Meanwhile, Wang Boyan was standing with his hands behind his back, lightly smiling.
This was because Wang Boyan had exercised restraint; if it were a real fight, Su Yue would be a corpse now.
Just a common person yet to be rated, coming to challenge a second-grade Martial Artist — it's simply laughably ridiculous.
At first, Wang Boyan thought Sun Zhiwei was joking.
If it weren't for his good relationship with Sun Zhiwei, Wang Boyan might have thought the other party was using an ordinary person to humiliate him.
But after a few days of interacting, Wang Boyan discovered that Su Yue indeed had remarkable qualities.
