At home, Aunt Chen finished cooking breakfast. Wang Teng and his family sat down and had breakfast together.
"What? Our son is a martial warrior?"
Wang Shengguo almost spat out the food in his mouth, as though he had heard some shocking news. He stared at Li Xiumei in astonishment.
"If you don't believe me, you can ask your son yourself," said Li Xiumei.
"Son, your mom is lying to me, right?" Wang Shengguo stared at Wang Teng without blinking.
Wang Teng didn't say anything. He just stuck out his finger, and a strand of fire Force appeared at the tip. The flame silently burned in the air, a spectacle for the three. Wang Shengguo was shocked.
"Force. You really are a martial warrior!"
"But, how did you become a martial warrior? It's been only days since you started practicing martial arts!" He was still in disbelief.
The main thing was Wang Teng's short training time.
