Competitor Observation Area.
"Monster, truly a monster!"
"The Old Martial World is probably going to change..."
"Did you see how Xue Jing blocked Zhou Yinglin's Impeccable move just now? If I'm not mistaken... No, it shouldn't be possible, that's too exaggerated, even 'Martial Saint' Li Taixian couldn't do it, right?"
"He just said he practiced Impeccable for only seven days? Is that possible?"
"That can't be possible."
"Ha, just because you can't do it, you think it's impossible? That's the extent of your vision."
"...you're just showing off, aren't you? Don't fake it, you don't have the knack for it, it's just embarrassing."
Wei Junwu stood there dumbfounded, watching Xue Jing's retreating figure, when suddenly.
"Pa pa pa pa pa——"
His right hand moved like it was on rapid fire, quickly slapping his own right cheek at an extremely fast pace.
Song Nanxing, standing next to him, kept twitching at the corners of his eyes.
