Barbarian Three Punches gulped, unable to believe what he was seeing.
Was this a joke? As the "creator" of the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, he had only managed to grasp the third form, yet the student he was guiding had mastered the fifth form in one go. How could he possibly believe this?
The key was that just a moment ago, this kid was a "martial arts dunce" with no coordination. Suddenly, he'd transformed into a martial arts genius.
If this wasn't a slap in his face, what was?
Feng Hao himself hadn't expected to pull off the fifth form in one go. He only knew that when he channeled his Magic Power, he felt like a fish in water, and the move came out naturally.
Snapping out of his surprise, Feng Hao subconsciously looked over at Barbarian Three Punches, wanting to ask him something.
But when he turned his head, he found Barbarian Three Punches staring wide-eyed, the corner of his mouth twitching. He was looking at Feng Hao as if he'd seen a ghost.
