Watching Yan Fang's serious demeanor, Lin Yi and Yan Ci also stepped back.
A space was cleared in the middle, and Yan Fang waved at her disciple, looking like a master who had attained enlightenment, and said:
"Now, show me everything you've got, hit me with all your might."
"Yes, Master!"
A man in his thirties stepped forward, made a fist salute in front of Yan Fang, and then swung his fist at her.
"Ha..."
Seeing this, Lin Yi almost burst into laughter.
The so-called punch from her disciple looked powerful, but it was actually completely harmless.
Even Yan Ci could have blocked it.
Yan Fang remained calm and unperturbed, standing her ground.
As the fist came towards her, she stretched out her hand and grabbed the disciple's fist.
Lin Yi was speechless; such a performance wouldn't even fool a school kid.
It seemed that con artists these days lacked dedication.
Just as Lin Yi was feeling speechless, a surprising scene unfolded before his eyes.