What Does the Yan Country Martial Arts Hall Teach?

A thunderous boom rang beside his ears, followed by a figure flying toward them. Seeing this, Pad instinctively drew a deep breath and prepared to catch him.

Melbourne was quicker, however. He reached out and yanked Pad backward. The figure slammed into the wall behind them with a bang, and the brick wall instantly crumbled into dust. Only then did Pad stare in shock at the wall, which appeared to be made of brick and concrete but actually contained armored plates.

And...

"What's going on?"

Looking at the youth embedded deep in the armored plate, Pad's expression stiffened. He immediately activated his superpowers to the fullest.

He had realized that his normal strength probably wasn't enough.

"In Yan Country, never reach out when someone comes flying at you. You never know whether they've cultivated some kind of body protection gang qi... Especially when you're not wearing a protective suit. One careless move and you might be dead."

Melbourne looked deeply shaken, clearly speaking from experience. Pad was just about to say that he wasn't that fragile when the person in the crater suddenly pried himself out of the steel plate with a clatter. He dusted himself off and addressed the shop as if nothing had happened:

"Sorry about that, Uncle Liu. I didn't hold my horse stance properly! Deduct the repair costs from what was left over last time!"

"Get lost!" an angry shout came from inside the shop. The youth didn't get annoyed, though. He scratched his head, then seemed to notice Melbourne and Pad for the first time. With an apologetic look, he said:

"Sorry, sorry. There usually aren't any foreigners around here, so I let my guard down! What brings you two to the Second Ring? I know this area pretty well."

"I'd like to visit a