"Huh?"
Sensing that something was amiss, Clan Head Wang Hong quickly opened his eyes to take a look.
With just a single glance, his body swayed and he nearly passed out.
Isn't this way too exaggerated?
On the dueling platform, Liu Yang's fist was raised and his face was impassive. On the other hand, Bai Chao, who possessed the fist of steel, was kneeling on the ground. Perspiration was streaming down his forehead.
At this moment, his arm had been fractured, and his fingers were bent like twist breadsticks, as though they had encountered an indomitable force.
"Don’t you cultivate... the Steel Armor Art? Why are you so weak?"
Retracting his fist, Liu Yang stared at Bai Chao in surprise.
Because Zhao Ya was going to compete in the Teacher Evaluation, Yao Han took the liberty to look into their rivals beforehand and told him about this fellow's Steel Armor Art and his ability to morph his fists into the claws of a savage beast.
"You knew..."
