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Generally speaking, other Fourth Grade Martial Warriors would probably be blown away by their own punch as soon as they threw it, breaking through the walls of the conference room and this room.

But Wang Ye did not.

Click.

The door to the room was abruptly pushed open from the outside. The woman cast her gaze inside and blurted out in a rush of anxiety, "What happened?"

In the room, the energy had not yet dissipated. One could still feel the aura of Wang Ye and Yuan Shuo clashing.

The woman swept her gaze over Wang Ye, her look filled with caution and astonishment, "Did he try to attack you?"

This thought made the woman herself feel somewhat incredulous.

But if not, why were there signs of a fight in the room?

Yuan Shuo attacking Wang Ye?

This thought merely flickered through the woman's mind for a moment before she shook her head and dismissed it, "That's impossible."