In fact, reality is far more exaggerated than the Sword Sage professional quartet imagined.
"Hah..."
Louis let out a long breath, and the bulging veins in his hand due to explosive force quickly calmed with his breathing.
A seemingly not-so-strong right hand held a student from the Sword of Martial Arts department, like Wukong's headband.
No matter how that student kicked in mid-air, there was no response.
Louis directly tossed this student into the air.
With incredible ease, he sent the student out of the ring.
His gaze turned to the last person on the field.
"Your name is Bam Italia?"
Bam, whose face was already covered with many scars, said nothing, his eyes locked onto Louis, trying to find a flaw to exploit.
The next moment, his body, trembling slightly from pain, charged again.
Bam, moving at high speed like a fully armed tank, approached with a howling wind, allowing Louis to clearly see the veins popping on his face.
