In a situation where their physical strength was roughly on the same level, the strength of a group would surely be higher in comparison. Hence, the new student group from the Central Province Academy moved forth like a hot knife through butter.
Xuanyuan Po and Zhang Yanzong's fists danced in the air. Their fists were like iron, heavily smashing into those students in front.
A punch from each of them blasted out. The weaker ones directly fell onto the ground, while the stronger ones gritted their teeth and subconsciously dodged to the side.
"Why are you hitting blindly?"
Zhang Yanzong glanced at Xuanyuan Po, feeling a little speechless. (You are truly wasting that strong body of yours.)
