Facing dozens of questioning gazes, Fang Qingyu's expression remained as calm as still water.
He did not walk towards those heavy alloy posts symbolizing power and defense.
Instead, under everyone's bewildered gaze, he slowly raised his right arm and extended his index finger.
The fingertip aimed at the nearest and heaviest alloy post, its surface exuding a cold metallic shine.
There was no earth-shattering preparation, no hint of a qi blood surge.
Just one calm finger.
"This is, a Martial Artist..."
Fang Qingyu's voice wasn't loud, but it was very clear.
It was like returning to when Lin Kang demonstrated the power of a martial artist for him...
Not many words of encouragement were spoken.
Using sheer top-level power to plant a seed in the hearts of these budding minds.
Giving them direction.
To know the scenery at the peak, full of longing.
The moment his words fell!
Swoosh—!!!
