Punch out, Teng Siqian defeated!
Kick out, Su Jiangang in trouble!
Back against, Yu Yan knocked away!
Knee top, Tao Yi knocked off the stage!
That Yan Chuan!
Truly invincible!
Fierce beyond human measure!
Punching and kicking, the academy elites simply can't compete, almost like a group of ragtag soldiers.
"This!"
"What kind of boxing style is this exactly?!"
Yuan Shicai stood up, brows furrowed.
Looking down, he saw traces of the Eighteen Widespread Boxing Techniques of Guangling Academy in Yan Chuan's boxing style, as well as hints of the Songhe Sect and Immortal Mist Mountain signature styles, and of course, the exquisite techniques from Cheng Family Boxing.
In short.
Chaotic!
Utterly chaotic!
In the end, mixed together in a dizzying fashion, no time to think, no time to distinguish, only feeling that every move by Yan Chuan was wrong, nothing made sense.
Like 'a dying patient suddenly sits up in shock and crosses the female wall late at night'!
