Chapter 21: A Mere Outer Sect Disciple, and You Think You Can Master This Martial Art?

Weak bodies could not put out real force, so their floor was low. A powerful physique could chain bursts together and push combat power beyond its supposed ceiling. Elder Azrael narrowed his eyes, rubbing the mustache beneath his nose as he drawled, "So, all you not-so-tough little brothers can head out first. This martial art was never meant for you. No need to feel embarrassed…" Everyone who had been listening intently instantly wore looks of utter disbelief. "I want to run up there and stab...