What the hell kind of martial arts is this?
This was the question in the hearts of the men on the sofa.
Among them, some were used to dealing with martial artists, so they were fairly knowledgeable.
But in their understanding, martial arts like Qin Hao's, so unbelievable, had never existed.
If they had to describe it, it was more like Immortal Techniques from a myth!
Thud!
Sun Ying sat dumbfounded on the ground, his dilated pupils gradually focusing, his face filled with utter terror.
He knew the capabilities of the guards; even a powerful Grandmaster could only endure their assault with hatred.
But Qin Hao was different, easily taking them all down with just one move?
Is he still human?
Everyone was shocked, yet they didn't know that Qin Hao's Spiritual Qi was already depleted, leaving only his Inner Strength.
Without Immortal Techniques, Qin Hao wasn't flustered, but rubbed his hands casually and said, "Which one of you wants to try?"
Who wants to try.
