Then came a barrage of fist shadows like a storm.
With a combat power difference of over a hundred, Wu Shaoqing had no power to counterattack. After a few punches, he lost consciousness.
Five minutes later.
The training room door opened, and Ling Feng came out, supporting himself against the wall.
Wu Feng saw this scene and couldn't help but smile.
"How was it?"
Wang Dashan inquired.
"Young Master Wu truly deserves to be a descendant of the Wu Family, a bloodline inheritor, truly impressive, it opened my eyes,"
Ling Feng remarked with emotion.
"Hahahaha!"
Wu Feng couldn't control his laughter.
"Hey, it's just a sparring session, it's okay, winning or losing doesn't matter, come on, let's take you back to rest."
Marquis Zhuge took the initiative to support Ling Feng.
He and Wang Dashan stood on either side, helping Ling Feng leave together.
"Hahaha!"
The sound of Wu Feng's laughter grew louder.
"Shaoqing!"
