Chapter Eighty-Two: Jiang Fusheng Intends to Expel an Inferior Disciple, Zhang Haonan Practices Divine Skills in His Dreams
Goodness me!
Zhang Linsheng's Tai Chi stances made him look like he was doing the robot dance—and a robot with rusty joints at that.
It left Old Jiang gnashing his teeth.
According to Old Jiang, the boy's bones had already grown rigid. Moreover, his physique was naturally stiff, and his aptitude was only average.
Chen Nuo was huffing and puffing with suppressed laughter on the side.
Watching this, Old Jiang felt disgusted. Weren't you the one who insisted on learning martial arts from me? And now, after dragging Zhang Linsheng into this, you're just hiding on the side, slacking off and enjoying the show?
He went over with a rattan cane and had Chen Nuo demonstrate a few stances. After observing a few movements, Old Jiang sighed.
This Chen Nuo wasn't cut out for martial arts either. He was slightly better than Zhang Linsheng, but still mediocre.
