When Old Yin and his companions, full of doubts, rushed to the Martial Arts Arena, they immediately froze on the spot. Now, they finally understood why the audience was in such a frenzied state.
At this moment, the light curtain was replaying the scene of Lin Feng breaking through the blockade.
"Damn..."
Yu Qiao remained silent for a moment before swearing.
In slow motion, amidst a sky full of flames, Lin Feng stood still while three fire tornadoes swirled and crushed around him. The camera blurredly captured a slight tremor in Lin Feng's footsteps, with arcs of purple electricity appearing beneath his feet, and then he vanishes as if he performed instant teleportation.
And after sealing his opponent's throat with a sword, facing Yi Xiangyang who was like a porcupine, he unleashed a barrage of attacks as dense as raindrops...
"Can any of you tell me, why would a freshman be able to perform Third Grade Thunder Step and Third Grade Thunderstorm Strike?"
