This competition was the North China Plain Provincial Friendship Tournament. Although it wasn't an official tournament and didn't affect the provincial rankings for the national league, it was still a large-scale regional event involving nearly a hundred universities.
Zhao Rui watched with rapt attention.
This was a level of competition he had never encountered before.
"Look! This is what you call solid fundamentals. If he had stepped firmly on the Qian Position here, then moved from Qian→Xun→Zhen, how could he have failed to break through his Palm Technique?"
"And this, what is this? A piece of dog shit?"
Listening to Wang Zhanshan's profanity, Zhao Rui's face couldn't help but twitch. 'You really can't judge a book by its cover.' When nothing was going on, the guy was a total slob, just like some street bum.
But once he got serious, he was a raging wildfire, a violent squall—utterly explosive!
