The meeting concluded, and the president of the Xijiang Province Martial Arts Association stood up, an air of controlled power emanating from him.
This restrained force alone gave off an extremely potent aura.
It was an indescribable and elusive sensation.
And there he was, merely standing, yet his entire being radiated an unrivaled dominance. It was precisely this aura that silenced everyone else at the meeting, ensuring its smooth execution without his needing to utter a word.
Wang Ye noted down the name of this president, Yuan Shuo.
"This meeting is adjourned!"
Upon finishing this statement, Yuan Shuo left immediately and decisively.
Upon witnessing this, Wang Ye was even more speechless. The strength Yuan Shuo possessed appeared immense, likely that of a Third Grade Martial Warrior, in Wang Ye's estimation.
Yet.
A Third Grade Martial Warrior had just conducted a three-hour meeting lacking substantial content—was this some kind of joke?
