He was utterly powerless to fight back.
Nor should he have had the power to fight back.
Not to mention ordinary people, even Martial Artists couldn't possibly be Fang Yu's opponents.
This move struck him through the air!
It instantly silenced the entire room.
You could hear a pin drop.
The Taekwondo students' eyes were almost popping out, their mouths agape, pupils sharply contracting.
Coach Jiang felt a piercing pain in his chest, his face filled with disbelief—
After a long moment.
He finally no longer felt pain and slowly got up, saying:
"Are you a Martial Artist?"
To common people, Cultivators were an incredibly distant concept, yet there were numerous rumors about Martial Artists in the streets.
Coach Jiang deduced that Fang Yu must be a Martial Artist.
Only a Martial Artist could possess such high-level skills.
Fang Yu maintained a faint smile and said, "If you say so."
"No! Even a Martial Artist couldn't injure someone through the air! How did you do it?"
