"Gasp! That shouldn't be happening!"
"Exactly, what's going on? Why hasn't Young Master Zheng fought back yet?"
"At this rate, he won't even be able to get up!"
The spectators were almost going mad. They couldn't understand how someone who had openly declared himself a Martial Master could possess such skill.
Zheng Zetuan slapped the ground and sprang up, shouting angrily, "Aren't you a Martial Master? How can you be this strong?"
"Who says a Martial Master can't be this strong?" Xu Tong countered. "I didn't lie about my level."
"I've only just learned to use qi and haven't even started refining it yet. I really am just a lowly Martial Master."
Zheng Zetuan took another step back. He was almost at the edge of the platform.
He thought to himself that this fellow's qi really was weak, nothing like that of a high-level Martial Artist.
Yet something about it was strange. Weak as it was, his qi seemed to make people instinctively want to stay out of its way.
But he couldn't call it strong, either. He could clearly sense that it was only at the Martial Master level.
Still, to give credit where it was due, his body really was formidable.
Otherwise, those two punches couldn't possibly have broken through his defenses.
Could it be?!
Zheng Zetuan suddenly understood.
"So that's it. Your level really is only Martial Master, but you must be a soldier! If I'm not mistaken, you're from the Empire, aren't you? You've fought in a war!"
Xu Tong raised an eyebrow. "Huh? What are you talking about?"
"Stop pretending!" Zheng Zetuan snapped. "I've seen soldiers from the Empire, especially those who've been on the battlefield and survived countless slaughterhouses. Their bodies have been honed by blades and axes, making them almost as tough as