Zhang Xiaohua was dumbfounded as he watched from below the arena. Were these kids not even ten years old?
Looking at their clever moves, light footwork, and the years of hard practice evident in their performance, their fists roared like tigers, and their palms were fierce. It was clear that they had inner strength. Could ordinary people live with such powerful children practicing internal cultivation methods at such a young age?
Zhang Xiaohua forgot that the Piaomiao Sect only recruits disciples once a year, and they are all extremely talented individuals. How could an ordinary rural boy like him compare?
