Wong was stunned. There was no other way to put it.
He had never imagined Zhang Yang had been practicing Military Boxing all this time.
Wong had honestly thought Military Boxing was useless.
Yet somehow, Zhang Yang had used it to develop such terrifying strength.
At a loss for words, Wong quickly shook his head. "It's nothing. Nothing."
Zhang Yang gave him a suspicious look.
Then he left without a word.
For some reason, Zhang Yang felt that Wong, Mordo, and the Ancient One were acting strangely today.
Something about their expressions seemed off.
He couldn't quite put his finger on it, though.
So he stopped thinking about it.
Right now, he needed to focus on how to improve the abilities of Kamar-Taj's sorcerers.
After all, they would face plenty more Evil Gods from other dimensions.
After Zhang Yang left, Wong, Mordo, and the Ancient One all sighed at once.
Their sigh was heavy with worry and helplessness.
"Wait, Senior Brother. Military Boxing is that powerful? Powerful enough to rend dimensions?" Wong asked Mordo, sounding alarmed.
Honestly, Wong had never expected it.
Zhang Yang had cultivated that strength through Military Boxing.
"Do you think it's too late for me to start practicing?" Wong asked, still stunned.
"Do you really think you have Zhang Yang's talent?" Mordo muttered, just as shaken.
To be honest, Mordo had no idea how to describe what he was feeling.
It was a mess of emotions.
Joy and despair all tangled together!
They had thought Zhang Yang simply had extraordinary comprehension. It turned out his innate talent was extraordinary too.
And as if that weren't enough, he could take one thing he learned and apply it to everything else.
For a sorcerer, mastering even one spell was an achievement.
Any sorcerer who took a single spell