"What? You still want to spar with this old man?"
Kun Yun stood up and said, "Letting you two have a match is just to evaluate this kid's current strength, not to make you fight to the death. If you want to do that, then go find Lin Tian now."
"Humph!"
The siblings snorted at the same time, clearly dissatisfied.
"If you want to continue fighting, I have no objections. It's your body that will suffer anyway."
Kun Yun glanced at Wang Sicong and said, "I noticed something earlier: even though you've inherited the legacy, you have a body full of strength but are only using fifty to sixty percent of it. Your foundation is still too weak."
"What do you mean? My foundation is still weak?" Wang Sicong frowned in displeasure, knowing his own strengths. He felt abundant energy within him; not just about inner strength, but his muscular body. How could that be a weak foundation?
