"What are you pretending for? Your men can't even beat me, what use are you?" Frederick sneered and picked up a table leg from the ground, smashing it heavily towards Grant.
The thugs around him also grabbed chairs and started smashing them towards Grant.
Grant remained calm and composed, his tightly clenched fist collided with the table leg that Frederick swung at him.
"Bang!"
The table leg was shattered by Grant's punch, and wood chips flew up like snowflakes, falling down one after another. The force was so great that Frederick kept backing away, staring blankly at the broken half of the wooden stick in his hand.
One punch shattered it?
At the same time, Grant took a step forward and stood in front of the group of thugs, his voice resounding:
"The Xingyi Quan you practice is all about form but not substance, so it's difficult to control. Xingyi Quan emphasizes that the intention should follow the fist technique, using intention to drive the fist."
