Melo huffed lightly, "Earlier I only used thirty percent of my strength. If I had struck with my full might, would that old monk still be standing there alive?"
"Exactly!" Chen Sihai nodded repeatedly.
Lin Yuting nodded and said, "The question is... who is that young man? I'm quite interested in him."
"I'm also very interested," Melo laughed with intrigue, "Rumor has it that with a mere casual palm strike, he sent that old monk flying. However, such tales are mostly fabrications. If it were true, that his strength surpasses mine, then it can only be greater, not lesser."
"There are certainly people more formidable than Grandmaster Melo," Liu Danqing shook his head repeatedly, then said, "But absolutely none under thirty."
As Liu Danqing's words fell silent,
Melo's smile immediately stiffened. Lin Yuting noticed the change in Melo's expression and asked, "Grandmaster Melo, what's wrong?"
"Nothing." Melo shook his head, his expression somewhat distant.
