Gurgle!
Inside the Martial Arts Hall, the atmosphere was eerily silent, making some unable to help but swallow their saliva.
Ordinary people felt their perceptions shattered as, despite the old man knocking over so many barbells and bench press machines, he was still standing strong.
On the other side, the young man in black who had beaten his opponent into such a sorry state felt immensely oppressive.
"Younger generation..."
Qian Changsong recovered his senses, standing in front of a floor-to-ceiling window, swallowing down the taste of iron in his mouth.
His eyes fierce, he feigned a reminder, "My Songhe Style is not afraid of your Flame Tiger."
"But if it's just normal sparring, and you insist on being arrogant and threatening us, then I'm afraid..."
Swoosh!
A deep red flash, the tiger leapt up.
The ropes of the ring suddenly snapped into two, and the dented ground collapsed even more.
Stomp!
