"Second Rebirth—this is definitely a Second Rebirth!"
"Not just that! The brute strength in that Hard Qigong of his—tsk, he kicked the Black Iron Stone platform apart!"
"We misjudged him! Who knew he'd been hiding his strength so well? This is a Crossing-River Dragon!"
"Are you all focused on the wrong thing? Did that punch just kill Qin Nanchun?"
The once-quiet Martial Arts Arena was instantly swallowed by cries of shock and uproar, the din rising like a boiling sea.
Pair after pair of astonished, fearful, wary eyes fixed on Wu Dao as he slowly lowered his fist onstage, as if they were looking at some kind of monster.
"That's it?"
Onstage.
That's it?
The torrential qi and blood surging through Wu Dao's body like an erupting volcano slowly settled. In his heart, he gave a scornful laugh.
He'd thought Qin Nanchun, with all his leaping and posturing, might give him a pleasant surprise. Who'd have thought he was nothing but a clown? He couldn't even take one punch. He wasn't worth using as a warm-up.
"Brat, you dare commit violence in public!!"
Just then.
Elder Qin finally came to his senses from the shock. He crushed his beloved wine gourd in one hand, his eyes bulging with rage, his expression so murderous he looked ready to devour someone.
"So I was right—you're old. If your eyes don't work, you ought to dig them out!"
Wu Dao shook his head coldly. He paid no heed to the impotent barking of that Old Dog and calmly walked off the stage beneath everyone's gaze.
Now that he'd revealed his strength,
he had no need to show Elder Qin any more respect. Their strength was on the same level, and nobody would make a fuss over him talking back to the old