"That Yan Chuan!"
"Senior sister, your sweetheart is truly remarkable!"
"When he engages with his opponent, he keeps stealthily learning. Look at his 'Floral Fist,' isn't that 'Floral Fist'? I didn't see it wrong, did I? At first, he could only fight Lee Jianhua for a dozen rounds using the 'Floral Fist.' But now, the more he fights, the more excited he gets. The Floral Fist becomes more exquisite, able to dismantle dozens of moves without losing steam!"
Han Yerou watched from below, her heart pounding with excitement.
Yan Chuan is the type to burst out with a thunderous roar from a silent place.
If you didn't watch closely, how would you know that he was absorbing the essence of 'Floral Fist' from Lee Jianhua during this short fight, practicing while fighting, refining while practicing, with visible progress!
This level of comprehension!
It's truly rare in the world, astonishing indeed!
She was busy marveling, not noticing Shen Mei's response.
Hmm?
There's killing intent!
