Wang Sicong's fist burned red-hot. Although it didn't spark, the air around it twisted from the heat.
That scorching temperature was indeed akin to a glowing red coal.
This guy, in just half a month, had already mastered the Wang Family's essence of explosive power.
Who said he was a waste?
Xu Xianrong snorted lightly, sheathed her sword, realizing that confronting him directly would be unwise.
While sheathing, the sword's tail flickered a gust of Qingfeng, sharp enough to sting the cheeks, directly sweeping onto Wang Sicong's body.
Pa!
The sword light ripped open Wang Sicong's upper garment, revealing his strong skin, but apart from a red mark, there was nothing else.
At the same time, the ferocious Wang Sicong charged forward like a mad dog, swinging a punch from above.
Unfortunately, his combat experience was still too little; he used his full power right at the start, missing Xu Xianrong, and instead hitting the ground.
