Looking at the man who was taking himself so seriously in front of her,
Yan Weiwei's fists, hidden behind her back, clenched and then relaxed, and then clenched again...
Even though she couldn't beat him, she really did want to hit him...
Feeling the gaze from beside him, Meng Lang cleared his throat.
"Ahem! Actually, when you think about it, it's not as exaggerated as you say, right? I've never even learned Light Force or Dark Energy, so how could I possibly have developed Transformative Force? Martial Arts should be about progressing in an orderly manner, after all.
Could it be that you mistook something?"
Meng Lang definitely didn't want to carry the strange title of being some once-in-a-thousand-years martial arts prodigy.
He wasn't here to farm for fame today!
What if those people in the National Martial Arts Circle fall into their usual habit of exaggeration and then, along with the entry of various novelists named Jin or Gu, start to fantasize?
