Where Guo Han stood with his entire arm raised and ready, muscles tightly coiled with explosive power, Lin Feng merely lifted the smallest finger on his hand… his pinky.
The difference between the two stances was so absurd that for a brief moment the entire area fell silent.
Then a collective murmur rippled through the crowd like a wave.
Some drunken people covered their mouths in disbelief, their eyes wide as if they had just witnessed something impossible.
Others rubbed their eyes repeatedly, wondering if they had somehow seen it wrong.
A few even shook their heads with wry smiles, convinced that Lin Feng must be joking.
Using a pinky finger to face a full powered arm strength from the Great Guo Han?
To them it looked less like a contest and more like a scene from a comedy play.
"Is Mentor Lin Feng for real?" one man whispered, his voice filled with confusion.
