But the lethality is definitely much greater than the punches and feet.

Well, I knew that today I should have spent some effort to practice Lanjiao and finger gun.

Not right, is it because I don’t want to practice?

Thinking of this, Jiwei smiled bitterly and shook her head helplessly.

Each of the seven styles is extraordinary physical skills. Those who can learn them all are already considered elites.

"Hey, there's no way, who's making me poor in talent?"

"You uh me"

The ‘cross keys’ and ‘mourning slings’ that were coming over to say hello to him.

Hearing this, he stopped immediately, and the smile on his face froze instantly.

Brother, you are still stepping on the body of the spider monster under your feet.

Although there is no formal rating from the association, judging from the performance just now, it is at least a tiger-level!

If this is considered poor talent, what is it?

Jivi noticed the two: "'Cross keys' and 'Mortle slings', right?"

"You guys came too late. If I didn't take action, those people would have died long ago!"

“We have already”

The ‘Mourning Suit’ was about to explain, but the voice of another person suddenly sounded in the field.

"No, when you took action, I was less than a kilometer away from here, so I had no time to stop it from continuing to harm people."

I saw an old man in gray trousers and black clothes with his hands behind his back, and the white-haired man slowly walked to everyone:

"I just see that you have good strength, so I can watch the game with peace of mind."

"But your movements are sometimes rough, sometimes exquisite, and have a little soft feeling of 'water'."

"Can you tell me, which school of boxing you are practicing?"
Chapter completed!