The King of Kicks made Mr. Wangley spurt out blood without even using half his strength. If he did it with full strength, Mr. Wangley would probably die on the spot.

Were experts from the top tenths of The Hundred Immortals so scary?

"Brilliant! King of Kicks, you've just blown our minds!" Quentin was surprised at first, then put up a smile and blew the King of Kicks with flattery. He thought that if he could be on good terms with masters like the King of Kicks, he could solve problems easily in the future with his help.

"Mr. Wangley, are you okay?" Natasha frowned slightly. One of their allies was hurt before the battle even started. She thought that the King of Kicks had gone too far.

"I'm okay." Mr. Wangley wiped off the blood at the corner of his mouth and paid his respects. "King of Kicks, I expected no less from you. I concede defeat from the bottom of my heart."

"At least you know your limits." The old man raised his head with a sense of arrogance and defiance.

"Alri