Suddenly, a dozen or so women entered the martial arts training room, their ages varying, but their attire was strikingly uniform, all dressed in martial arts practice clothes.
The principle of this Martial Arts Association was to promote the essence of Chinese martial arts, therefore everyone agreed to wear traditional martial arts attire whether during practice or on the competition field.
This was also to highlight the charm of our Chinese martial arts.
Wang Hao took a quick look and saw that although these women appeared strong on the surface, none of them were a match for Wen Xiaowei.
As Su Zhenping had previously told him, these people had practiced martial arts without developing real skill, taking shortcuts to acquire abilities, but their foundations were unstable, and they couldn't last long.
"I think these people couldn't even withstand three moves against you, why are you so nervous?"
Wang Hao whispered as he moved closer to Wen Xiaowei.
