The crowd turned to look at Jiang Chuan, believing that he must have been scared senseless by the technique displayed by Mr. Tang.
After all, the shockwave had terrified those standing further away, and Jiang Chuan was right in front of Mr. Tang, only a foot apart. How could a young man like him withstand such a violent tremor?
However, when the crowd quieted down and focused their eyes on Jiang Chuan, the scene they witnessed left them greatly surprised.
Jiang Chuan remained standing where he was, calm and composed, his expression indifferent, as if nothing had happened.
This guy not only showed no sign of panic but even picked up his teacup, took a gentle sip, and said with a faint smile, "Mr. Tang, your loud boast seems to be highly exaggerated. Your skill is really nothing special."
"Stomping the floor to create a tremor? Sorry, I, Jiang Chuan, learned that skill when I was seven or eight years old."
