"Hmph, then let me see how you plan to take my technique to its limits?" Zhu Tianping snorted coldly.
Mu Hanyan's near-thrashing gestures, although disrespectful to Danxin Hall and seemingly mocking towards him, actually demonstrated her lack of confidence. She was venting in such a manner, which played right into Zhu Tianping's intentions.
The dull thumping sound in Danxin Hall was incessant. Watching Mu Hanyan's strenuous punching and kicking, with even a layer of fine sweat appearing on her forehead, some couldn't help but laugh aloud, though some felt helpless.
Even Mu Hanyan, hailed for her extraordinary aptitude, believed she couldn't pass the assessment, throwing a tantrum; for them, despite two more attempts, the outcome would likely be the same.
Some were ready to leave, not wanting to embarrass themselves.
