"Four battles, and he won every one decisively. Those powerful beasts and exotic creatures… practically none could withstand more than a few of his moves. He cut them all down with ease and came out without a single significant injury."
Zhao Hongxiang, Su Qingyue, Lin Wenxuan, and Cai He Kang's pupils constricted as they listened to Liu Rou, unable to hide the shock on their faces.
Their mouths hung slightly open, and for a long moment, none of them could utter a word.
Lin Wenxuan was the first to recover. He whipped his head around to face Liu Rou, his eyes filled with astonishment and disbelief as he demanded, "Liu Rou, you're not pulling our leg, are you? How could Yang Jing possibly be that strong?"
At his words, Liu Rou lifted her gaze to glance at Lin Wenxuan. Her look was detached, tinged with a hint of scorn, as if she were looking at an idiot. She offered no further explanation, but her expression radiated absolute certainty.
