“How could this happen? Mr. Chapman lost?”
Quentin’s face was slack with shock as he beheld Stephan’s injuries and the blood he was still coughing up as a result of the man’s attack. He’d never anticipated the strength the chunkster had shown, not even Mr. Chapman could rival that kind of power.
Natasha’s face grew serious. She was well aware of the extent of Stephan’s capabilities. He was a martial artist who specialized in harnessing the body’s internal energy, and his punches were enough to break through store. And yet, for someone of his expertise to have not been able to impact the other man in the slightest, it was evident that his opponent would not be easily defeated by ordinary means alone.
“If I’m not mistaken, he’s Mr. Williams‘ second disciple. They call him Rotund Tiger...” Mr. Wangley stroked his beard and said nonchalantly. “This person might seem simple–minded, but the talent he possesses when it comes to martial arts is extraordinary. His body is capable of both attack and defense, it’s tough yet flexible. It’s very difficult for someone unfamiliar with his fighting style to take him on successfully.”
“Mr. Wangley, can you take him on?” Natasha asked in return.
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