Someone like him was practically born for the Rock Martial Skill.
THUD!
The staff swung down in an instant.
He struck again without hesitation, channeling his satisfaction into strictness.
Spray after spray of sweat burst into the air as the room's incandescent light quietly illuminated the scene.
The light merged with the mist, appearing like splashing droplets of glowing rain.
Luo Qianshan remained strict throughout the entire process, his eyes gleaming. It was as if he could clearly perceive the state of every muscle and bone in Lu Chao's body—their progress and their injuries—for the angle and landing spot of his staff was different with every strike.
The sound of muffled thuds echoed ceaselessly through the room.
Zheng Wu, who was standing guard at the door, swallowed hard and winced. 'If that were me,' he thought, 'I would have been beaten into a pulp by now.'
Finally.
THUD!
Another muffled thud rang out.
