"I admit defeat, but what martial art is that, Brother Mu?" Wang De asked as he conceded, bowing his hands in inquiry.
"Martial art? Sorry, I don't know any martial arts. This was just an ordinary fist," Mu Rufeng replied.
Upon hearing this, Wang De's face suddenly turned sour.
He felt that Mu Rufeng was mocking him. With a single punch, Mu Rufeng had shattered his strongest move and had still managed to send him flying without injuring him.
You tell him it's just an ordinary fist, how could he believe it?
Fortunately, at that moment, Han Zhen stepped in to smooth things over, "Mu Rufeng did not use any Martial Arts; it was indeed just an ordinary punch."
Seeing Han Zhen speak, Wang De quickly caught on and turned to look at Mu Rufeng with a shocked expression.
"I am inferior in skill, truly inferior," Wang De said as he bowed his hands again and silently retreated back into the ranks.
