Singh charged again, and this time he was clearly more cautious than before. When he punched, it was no longer a punch to the end, leaving no room, but rather seven parts attack, three parts retreat.
"Not bad, Singh, this kid, his brain is still good, he knows why he suffered last time."
"Yeah, now I'm even more curious to see this Chinese boy's reaction. Ah!"
The two warriors of the highest status were commenting when they suddenly saw Singh's body fly up again and then crash heavily to the ground once more.
"How is this done?" This time, even the two masters did not understand.
Singh, already furious, roared, jumped up, and pounced on Song Xiaodong again. But he only threw a few punches before becoming an airborne flyer once more.
"Ah!" Singh jumped up and pounded his chest with force, roaring like a gorilla, and pounced on Song Xiaodong again.
