The moment he approached, Fang He, Yan Chenglong, Lin Ziheng, Ma Qiang, and the others immediately crowded around him, their faces filled with irrepressible excitement.
Lin Ziheng pushed his way to the very front and gave Yang Jing a thumbs-up, his voice filled with unconcealed admiration. "Senior Brother Yang, you're incredible! I've never liked that hypocrite Su Muyuan, and thanks to you, he finally got the lesson he deserved!"
Yang Jing chuckled and shook his head. "Su Muyuan is very strong. I was just lucky to beat him."
At his words, the group surrounding him exchanged knowing smiles.
They had all witnessed the battle on the platform with their own eyes. Yang Jing had clearly gained the upper hand in the later stages, his fist techniques so domineering that he was practically crushing Su Muyuan. It wasn't a fluke at all, but a clear display of superior strength.
Just then, Yang Jing subconsciously turned his head to look in Sun Ningxiang's direction.
