Yet, even as he saw the fist about to strike him, Ku Zhu remained calm and collected. He gazed at it indifferently, a faint smile on his lips.
Then, as the middle-aged martial artist approached, Ku Zhu suddenly executed a technique—Rising Dragon from the Sea.
An unassuming arm, having gathered power in mid-air, shot forward as Ku Zhu took a step, aiming straight for the martial artist's midsection.
BOOM!
THUMP! THUMP! THUMP!
With that single punch, the expressions of everyone present—excluding Wang Zhan, Yao Yao, Ku Zhu, and Yang Zecheng—changed abruptly. They could no longer remain seated, leaping to their feet with furrowed brows, their eyes fixed on Ku Zhu.
"He's also a Grandmaster? How did he do that!"
"Impossible! That Grandmaster must be at least intermediate stage. Although his talent is lacking, hard work can compensate. Even we wouldn't be able to handle him this easily..."
Someone glanced at Wang Zhan but found his expression remained as calm as still water.
