BOOM—
A figure was thrown heavily onto the platform.
Yang Yong's expression was incredibly grim.
His brows were tightly furrowed as he watched Lin Yi step forward and help Li Xuewen up.
Beside him, Zhou Qi also wore a look of astonishment.
"Brother Yang, it seems this high school sparring partner isn't as simple as you said."
"It was one thing for Sun Tao to lose, but even Li Xuewen lost!"
"This kid's Martial Arts cultivation must be at least 1-star or higher!"
After Zhou Qi finished speaking,
Yang Yong nodded lightly. "A high school student who's never trained at a Martial Arts Hall, with no master to speak of... To have this level of cultivation under these circumstances, it seems his talent is no less than yours!"
