A single strike fell, clean and decisive. His opponent collapsed on the spot!
The tyrannical attack silenced the entire arena.
The crowd in the training ground couldn't fathom what kind of power could strike a man's arms and knock an Advanced Decisive Fist Master unconscious in a single blow.
They trained with A Zhi every day and often sparred with him. They knew exactly how strong he was, yet even he couldn't block a single strike?!
Just where did this monster come from?
"Medic! Medic!"
After a long moment, Lu Ming finally snapped out of it and hurriedly called for the medic stationed at the training ground.
"Don't worry. I held back. He shouldn't be out for long."
Seeing everyone staring with their eyes wide in shock, Wu Tianhe rubbed his head, looking a little embarrassed.
TAP TAP TAP!
At Lu Ming's call, a middle-aged medic with glasses hurried over. When he saw that the person on the ground was A Zhi, a hint of surprise appeared in his eyes.
