Boom boom boom boom boom~
The entire arena thundered repeatedly, the force of the wind was scattered everywhere, and even the hard bluestone floor could hardly withstand Wei Sen's fist force, cracking into dust.
The wealthy spectators around were all shocked and lost in color.
"Is this the power of a Professional Level Martial Artist?"
"Wei Sen has already passed the Professional Eighth Rank assessment. It's said he's the strongest among the third-generation disciples of the Iron Fist Sect and might even inherit the sect leader position in the future!"
"A high-ranking Professional Level Martial Artist is like a killing machine."
Money is fragile as paper in the face of this kind of power, which is reasonable, given that bills are printed with paper.
The people from the Linjiang Commerce Association all believed this battle was already settled.
After all, with such attacks just now, the arena was almost shattered. How could someone survive?
