As a Level 6 Powerhouse, Company Commander Hao had been through countless battles. His combat experience vastly surpassed Zhao Rui's.
But Zhao Rui's techniques were diverse, encompassing both fist and palm styles. Moreover, he had the composure of a veteran and never acted rashly, giving the commander no openings to exploit.
It was nothing like the mindset one would expect from a student in his teens.
He was especially astonished to find that the young man's Inner Strength was barely any weaker than his own.
'A Martial Dao genius like this shouldn't be in a regular class, should he?'
'He must be a student from the Dongqi University Martial Arts Academy who snuck in.'
'These devious, scheming intellectuals!'
The more Company Commander Hao thought about it, the angrier he became. With a sudden roar, he settled his palms at his hips, then swept them up to meet in front of his body. Gathering and circulating his qi, he violently thrust his palms forward.
