The afternoon sparring session began.
Lin Yi stood alone on the fighting ring.
He was like a Martial God descended from the heavens, exuding an intense and oppressive aura.
It left all of Yang Yong's students filled with trepidation.
He was clearly just a high school senior.
Yet they didn't dare to spar with him.
Three rounds…
No one could last more than three rounds sparring with Lin Yi.
Within three rounds, they were guaranteed to be completely crushed.
How could this be called sparring? It was obvious they were just serving as his practice dummies.
Zhou Qi looked at Yang Yong with a wry smile.
"Brother Yang, why don't you let Lin Yi come down and take a break!"
"No one dares to go up and spar with him now. Just look at them, what a bunch of cowards. They're all terrified!"
"Even for a spar, getting hit by his punches hurts like hell!"
Yang Yong shot him a glance.
"They're cowards? Then why don't you go up and give it a try?"
