Behind Yan Dahu, Yan Dalong's expression was also slightly solemn. Yan Dalong, his breath reeking of alcohol, was muttering to himself in a low voice, "What an astonishing physique... and Ah Hu is too reckless, when this guy says he won't hold back, he really doesn't hold back."
And at this moment,
Fan Wu, who had forcibly endured the opponent's two moves, finally spoke up, "The moves are quite vicious, but the flaws in your two moves are... the power isn't quite enough, and the speed isn't fast enough."
"What?" Yan Dahu was startled. He had lived for so long and it was the first time someone had criticized his power as not sufficient and his speed not fast enough. Because no one had ever criticized him in this way before.
After all, who would say a man three meters tall lacks strength? Who would say a man with such developed muscles lacks speed?
Suddenly!