Though ordinary True Qi circulation could also form a thin protective layer over the body,
it was on a completely different level from true True Qi.
Wang Anguo was a little surprised.
He'd only explained it once, and this kid had picked it up without any instruction?
No, that wasn't right.
Judging by how calm he'd looked just now, he'd probably already mastered it.
This kid was far more shrewd than he seemed.
Interesting.
Wang Anguo not only wasn't angry, but the corners of his mouth lifted in an amused smile.
After their initial shock, the other young prodigies in the arena were instead spurred on by Chen Yan's display.
Especially the ten-year-old boy who had taunted him first.
His face flushed red as he stared fixedly at Chen Yan, as if he could see right through him.
Then, without a word, he sat back down, closed his eyes, and began circulating the True Qi within him at an unprecedented speed, desperately trying to compress and refine it!
Why?
Why could a four-year-old brat do it, while I, Li Mu, couldn't?
And he wasn't the only one.
Every child in the Martial Arts Arena wore the stubborn look of someone who refused to lose.
An invisible fire of competition blazed through the entire Grandmaster Class.
The morning passed in the blink of an eye.
When the bell signaling the end of class rang, nearly half the children in the Martial Arts Arena had managed to surround themselves with a faint layer of True Qi.
It was still weak and unstable, but they'd done it!
For the rest, it was only a matter of time.
As for Chen Yan, he'd spent the whole morning happily practicing his punches.
"Ding-a-ling—"
The moment the bell rang,
whoosh! whoosh! whoosh!
The prodigies, who had