"I'm taking this pavilion. Any objections?"
"N-No... No objections."
The yellow-robed youth's forehead was beaded with cold sweat as he stammered out his reply.
'Heavens, one move? No, it wasn't even half a move. The guy defeated me with just two fingers.' Such strength was completely beyond his reach. How could he dare refuse to give up a mere pavilion?
The surrounding Martial Artists were already stunned by this scene.
They asked themselves if they could have blocked that single finger strike and weren't sure of the answer. In an instant, they saw the young man in a new light. This genius from the outside world was far stronger than any of them!
Not far away, Muh Qing watched the scene, a fiery glint in his eyes. He then glanced at the pavilion he himself wanted to seize, his face filled with determination!
'No, Brother Qin is so strong. I can't fall too far behind.'
