"Are you playing dumb?" Megan frowned as she studied Darryl.

'Why did he not answer me but asked me a question in return?'

"What did you use to defeat those imbeciles just now?"

Darryl rubbed his nose. "That was nothing. I've practiced Wing Chun for a while now."

"That's not true!"

Megan shook her head firmly. "Your arms moved so widely when you struck just now. That was not Wing Chun."

Darryl was speechless.

Megan was right. She had taught herself Wing Chun, but she found it useless; it was only a trick for street fights.

Darryl shook his head. "What sect of Wing Chun were you talking about? What is going on?"

"Don't you know?" Megan was still suspicious.

When she noticed that Darryl did not pretend to be confused, Megan sighed softly and said, "There are six main sects of Kung Fu. Don't you know?"

Megan continued as Darryl did not respond, "There are six sects of Kung Fu, namely Shaolin, Wudang, Emei, Kunlun, Tianshan, and Xiaoyao. Each sect has its own style of cultivatio