However, for Yan Chuan to warn Wang Zhengyi to be careful, that was truly comedic.
On the arena, Wang Zhengyi's palms slashed, chopped, pushed, and pounded, each move carrying a faint sound of wind and thunder. No one dared to take a palm strike directly.
Aha!
Sang Qing from the Tan Dou Team was momentarily careless and failed to dodge in time. Wang Zhengyi struck his palm on Sang Qing's chest, instantly dissipating his inner qi, breaking several ribs, and making him vomit blood incessantly.
Wang Zhengyi!
Truly ferocious!
Such a fierce beast coming out of the gate requires his opponents to be more careful. For Yan Chuan to tell Wang Zhengyi to be cautious, isn't that laughable?
In the field.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
