Wu Shouhan and the others were shocked.
An eighth-grade martial artist?
Su Jingxing is an eighth-grade martial artist!?
"Re… repeat yourself."
Wu Shouhan took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down. He said in a deep voice, "You said that Little Su, Su Jingxing is an eighth-grade martial artist? Are you sure? Are you sure?"
"Well…"
Kong Dabao opened his mouth and came to his senses. With a bitter smile, he said, "I don't know."
"What do you mean you don't know?" Wu Shouhan glared at him.
"I really don't know." Kong Dabao took a deep breath as he pointed at Su Jingxing, Feng Tiejian, and the young man who was lying on the ground. He quickly narrated the entire incident.
In the end, he sighed and said, "Regardless of whether he's in the ninth grade or the eighth grade, Little Su was amazing just now. With just a few punches and kicks, he defeated that guy. Everyone present can be a witness."
