Jiang Ning looked at the two ladies and couldn't help but laugh.
To him, all these techniques were just fancy moves that were only good enough for strengthening one's body.
They were very different from true Chinese martial arts.
But Jiang Ning needed these people to spread the culture of martial arts to others.
These people were an important source of strength!
Suddenly, Jiang Ning frowned.
"Why is he up there too?”
He must have gone to make trouble.
"Big Boss, do you want me to drag him off?” asked Brother Gou softly next to Jiang Ning.
Fang Qiu was very powerful and even if he didn't execute any fatal moves, Brother
Gou might not be able to drag him off either. But if there were twenty or thirty of them, they would definitely tire Fang Qiu out.
If Fang Qiu fought a war, he would definitely die.
"No need, let him suffer. This fellow needs to broaden his horizons," said Jiang Ning calmly.
Did this boy think that he could do whatever he wanted just because he was from a reclusive clan of martial artists?
Jiang Ning turned and saw the old men sitting next to Tan Xing. These old men couldn't afford to be embarrassed.
Fang Qiu walked up to the battling stage. He leapt up with a loud thud, and his presence alone made his opponent feel nervous immediately.
"Come on!" Fang Qiu stretched one hand out and wagged it at his opponent. "Don't waste my time. Either fight, or get lost!"
These words made his opponent furious immediately.
"You're too audacious for your own good!”
DA DA DA!
The sound of footsteps resounded as a figure dashed towards Fang Qiu like a wild bull.
BAM!
But Fang Qiu didn't care about this oncoming attack. Before he moved, his fists had already delivered a punch, and the opponent was sent flying with a loud PAK!
He crashed to the floor.
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