"Just this?"
Holy Knight Walter Sam was utterly bewildered.
I'm a genuine knight, and you're telling me about military boxing?
"This is all I know!"
Chen Fei spread his hands.
Babylon and Walter both twitched simultaneously.
Although Chen Fei was surrounded by mutants, swinging his White Steel Crowbar to send brains and skull fragments flying, if you really talked about martial arts skills or such, he truly had none!
Nothing else but practice makes perfect!
Tough as nails, immense strength, and swift speed – anyone could forcefully train to develop such a wildly imaginative technique, it was all about diligent practice!
Driving the crowbar into a head and prying it fiercely, hiss... This kind of feeling was truly addictive!
"Alright then!"
Walter Sam dismounted, patted his beloved steed's neck, and said, "Mini, go for a run on your own!"
