A Little Display of Skill

Ma Junfan was already staring in utter astonishment.

He took several deep breaths, then glanced at Ning Wangshu, who was sitting beside him. Finally, unable to hold back any longer, he asked in a hushed, awestruck voice, "Brother Ning, what do you think... Is what they said true?"

"Are there really people in this world powerful enough to fly on swords and live for three hundred years? Th-that's just too outrageous!"

Hearing Ma Junfan's question, Ning Wangshu smiled faintly and replied casually, "Maybe."

Looking at Ning Wangshu's calm expression, Ma Junfan couldn't help but pause in surprise.

Then, hesitating, he asked again, "By the way, um, Brother Ning, are you... one of those so-called cultivators or Martial Arts Masters they were just talking about?"

"If I remember correctly, back when we'd just finished Military Training, you competed against that Taekwondo expert invited by the Taekwondo Club. What you did back then wasn't something an ordinary person could pull off!"

"Old Liu and I suspected at the time that you might be one of those legendary Martial Arts Masters..."

At this, Ning Wangshu was at a loss for words. He pondered for a moment, then decided not to deny it. He nodded slightly at Ma Junfan and said, "Mm."

Getting a definite answer from Ning Wangshu, Ma Junfan couldn't help but suck in a sharp breath.

"Damn... So it's true! Holy crap, Brother Ning, you're amazing! No wonder that little Korean guy didn't even have time to react before you took him out!"

Along with his shock, Ma Junfan couldn't help feeling excited.

Ning Wangshu smiled.

Before he could say anything else, Wei Changping, Xiao Xiao's cousin, noticed the two of them whispering together. Seeing Ma Junfan's astonished expression in particular, he couldn't resist asking curiously, "Um, Junfan, what are you