Bang bang bang!
The strength was like a drum.
Yan Chuan practiced his boxing, unbothered by others.
When Che Qi arrived at the Iron Wire Martial Arts Hall, he saw a handsome young man in green, tall and slender, practicing boxing, exuding a full aura—
Sometimes like a black tiger pushing a mountain, sometimes like a leopard crashing into the woods, sometimes like a black dragon exploring the water, sometimes like a green snake entering a cave, and sometimes like a white crane spreading its wings.
In a moment of disorientation.
It seemed.
Before him, it wasn't a person, but a real black tiger, golden leopard, black dragon, green snake, and white crane, leaving a shocking impression, as sounds of whistling, leopard roars, dragon chants, snake hisses, and crane calls echoed in his ears. For a moment, Che Qi felt his scalp numb, his toes stretched, and from head to toe, he trembled.
"This boxing technique!"
"No, it's this person! Too powerful!"
