Seeing this, Wang Yue shouted from below, "Little Le, are you trying to devour your master?"
Wang Yue was still hovering around the second Blood Qi Barrier. In his view, Le Ping was indeed a little ferocious right now.
Yet the outcome was obvious.
Not to mention that Le Ping's speed looked like a snail's crawl in Meng Chuan's eyes.
After so much actual combat training, his reactions in battle had long been honed until they were as instinctive as breathing.
Facing the incoming heavy punch, Meng Chuan's feet did not move an inch. The instant he spotted the opening, his right hand shot out like a carved eagle pouncing on a rabbit, precisely seizing Le Ping's forearm.
With a light inward twist, he raised his hand and flung Le Ping clean off the wooden post.
"Ahhh!"
"You twisted my arm, Bro Chuan! It hurts!"
Le Ping was thrown several meters away. Meng Chuan had not used much strength. Sitting on the floor, Le Ping shook his wrist and pretended to howl, though inwardly he was puzzled.
"Before, he could only knock me back a few steps. How did Bro Chuan get so strong? He tossed me away with one hand?"
The trainees beneath the posts were instantly dumbfounded.
In their eyes, Meng Chuan had moved like lightning. In less than half a second, he had completed that entire sequence of defense and counterattack.
They could not help exclaiming, "Family, who gets it? Wasn't that Lightning Fist? Damn, that was cool!"
"Senior Brother's fist technique... is invincible."
"What's most terrifying about Senior Brother is how fast he improves. He isn't even seventeen yet! Before long, even the instructors—and perhaps even Master Luo—probably won't be a match for him."
Meng Chuan nearly choked.
"Cough, cough, cough."
These people were really capable