Su Xuan's fists and kicks were no longer those of an ordinary person, their strikes were too cruel and too fast. The surrounding "audience" watched in utter shock. Was there such an unparalleled master in the world?
But what they didn't know was that Su Xuan had once roamed through dark years, brushing past death countless times. This level of skill couldn't be cultivated by an ordinary life.
What was most exquisite was that during the brief two to three minutes of the fight, from start to finish, Su Xuan's strikes were targeted with extreme precision, and their power was controlled to near perfection. No one in the crowd was injured, and the city officials, without exception, lay groaning on the ground.
Su Xuan shrugged their shoulders, their fierce posture leaping down from a stall, they sneered coldly, their gaze sweeping over the city officials on the ground with a mocking tone, "Such mediocre kung fu and still acting as city officials, don't disgrace this profession!"
