Zhang Siqing had seen the truth: Ding Ling was a true master of combat.
He was genuinely different from those so-called Taekwondo masters she had encountered before.
Those masters relied on flashy but impractical moves, and it was obvious they were all style and no substance;
Ding Ling, however, was as steady and solid as a mountain, with depths as unfathomable as the sea. One glance couldn't reveal the bottom of his strength!
The more they fought,
the more obvious this feeling became.
That was why Zhang Siqing had wanted to see just how strong a so-called master really was.
Ding Ling had satisfied her curiosity.
Smack!
She attacked, but Ding Ling casually flicked his hand and sent her flying.
She landed face-down on the ground, still somewhat dazed.
What exactly happened just now?
Before she could even react, she felt a force travel up from her leg, and then she was sent flying involuntarily.
What kind of combat technique is this?!
She sucked in a breath of cold air.
Geng Hao and Hao Yi, standing nearby, were also dumbfounded:
"No, no, no. Hao Yi, did my eyes just deceive me? Why did I see Zhang Siqing get sent flying just like that?"
Geng Hao was practically stammering.
You didn't see wrong. I saw it too. This is unbelievable. How did Ding Ling do it?!
Hao Yi was deeply shaken as well.
They knew Ding Ling was strong, but they had never imagined he could be this strong. It was simply inconceivable!
It was like watching a martial arts film.
Earlier, Ding Ling had effortlessly and casually blocked Zhang Siqing's fierce kicks, which had already made them feel that he was extraordinary. But now, Zhang Siqing leaped into the air and launched a high-pressure flying kick, only for Ding Ling