Duanmu Huai said that kung fu is a catch-all; you can just throw in whatever irrational things you want. After all, in the Martial World, people running on rooftops and breaking stones with their chests is all perfectly normal.
Lifting a steamroller with bare hands is naturally no big deal, either.
"Kung fu... it still feels a bit unbelievable..."
Muttering to herself, Arima Kaname started circling around Duanmu Huai.
"I just can't understand how such a big strength can come from such a small frame..."
"As they say, the essence is in the concentration."
"Hmm..."
While Duanmu Huai and Arima Kaname were chatting, not far away, Hei Chuan Chi Yin was also staring at them — to be precise, at Duanmu Huai.
If it weren't for Xiao Ai, I might already be dead now.
