"Jiang Shang, didn't you master the Black Tiger Fist?"
"Ninth-rank martial artist, defeated by a single blow."
"Man, that kneeling... was a bit too quick, wasn't it?"
The onlookers, a bunch of free agents, expressed their dissatisfaction and demanded another round.
Yet, Zhong Shenxiu just smiled without saying a word. Suddenly, he pressed his palm against the cliff, and his entire body floated up like a white cloud, "The next battlefield will be right here. Anyone who wants to experience a deadly fall is welcome to give it a try."
"Holy crap, that's Qinggong!"
"Wan Donglin" shouted, "Where did you learn it?"
Er Ha didn't have a separate Qinggong skill. After all, the Black Tiger Escort Agency didn't teach it.
"Not only Er Ha can teach martial arts among the NPCs, and furthermore... you can practice with a manual..."
Zhong Shenxiu replied with a smile.
There are always those geniuses in the world who make ordinary people question their life choices.
