At that moment,
In the second-floor hall,
Whether they were the dignitaries who had gradually settled down,
Or Young Master Huang Jiu, Third Miss Miao, Miao Wan'er, Wei Hong, Liang Yucheng, and the others, all had been won over by the methods of this so-called Supreme Immortal Master, True Man He. They praised him without end. If Lin Xuankong's battle with the fat Lu Baoguo had not yet concluded, someone would likely have shouted "Immortal!" on the spot and taken the lead in kneeling to kowtow before Demonic Daoist He!
Among the crowd,
Ding Ye, who had been watching the battle all along, heard the discussions of his adjutant, Wei Hong, Liang Yucheng, and the others beside him. His brows furrowed as he spoke with some confusion:
"The strength and speed Lu Baoguo is displaying right now are indeed astonishing. They have probably surpassed the limits of ordinary human beings! Even the top athletes at those major foreign sporting events I have heard about, who train a particular kind of strength and explosive power to the utmost limit, could never remotely reach the power Lu Baoguo is displaying at this moment! True Man He's wondrous methods truly are breathtaking—enough to be called the methods of an immortal!
"But you have only noticed the astonishing power erupting from Lu Baoguo, who was originally weak. Have you forgotten how formidable that black-clothed man in the Ghost Face Mask was just now? My marksmanship may not be the best in the entire First Garrison Battalion, but few can rival it. Yet I emptied an entire magazine at that black-clothed man in the Ghost Face Mask just now and did not even hit the corner of his clothes. That speed of evasion, those techniques of evasion, seem in no way inferior to Lu Baoguo's—perhaps