As he spoke, he didn't wait for the stunned Master Li to react, but walked toward the distant physical training area.
Telling everyone I have a "Divine Skill Manual" in my hand, and only ten bucks a piece, makes this secret manual seem awfully cheap.
Only when it's mysterious can you max out the cool factor!
...
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Meng Lang approached the punching bag section and watched a young man already soaked in sweat, legs trembling, yet still maintaining his horse stance, punching the sandbag again and again.
Considering the time, since he had entered a half hour ago, Zheng Wan was still maintaining the same posture.
The lively match in the ring didn't seem to disturb him at all.
Looking at his eyes, they had almost lost focus, yet the mechanical punches continued unabated....
"Cough! Cough Cough!" He coughed twice in succession, but Zheng Wan seemed not to hear him.
"I say..." Meng Lang helplessly placed his hand on the other's shoulder.