"Father, do you think You Ye has a chance to defeat Zhang Tao?" An Ning was not a martial artist, so he couldn't see much.
"This You Ye, just from appearance, has already reached the pinnacle of external training of muscles, bones, and skin, and what's more, his style is a rare fusion of Ancient Myanmar, Thailand, and Yue Country boxing methods."
"An ordinary practitioner in the Inner Qi Middle Stage, I'm afraid, might struggle to defeat him, and it wouldn't be easy either. However, he is up against a practitioner of Internal Energy Great Success, so this time he stands absolutely no chance, and his defeat is but a matter of one or two moves," An Xingning squinted as he watched the two on stage.
Just as expected.
Standing in the center, You Ye was only around one meter and sixty centimeters tall, wearing a sleeveless cloth outfit, his two bronze arms appeared as though they were cast from iron.
His punch was fierce, giving the illusion of a steel fist and iron arm.
