"Qinghong, do you trust me?"
Su Yu turned his head, his deep eyes gazing quietly at the woman beside him, his tone calm and composed.
Meeting Su Yu's gaze, which was as placid as a deep abyss, Qian Qinghong's anxious heart instantly settled. She nodded without the slightest hesitation. "Of course I trust you."
Su Yu smiled faintly, deciding to reveal some of his cards. "Although I've only unlocked a single key acupoint and my Realm is still the Late-stage of the Flesh Refining Realm, not even touching the threshold of Perfection, I have already comprehended my own unique fist momentum!"
"Combined with the other trump cards up my sleeve, an ordinary expert at the Early Stage of the Muscle Forging Realm would be no match for me."
"What!"
