บท 114: The Northern King Comes from Kylo

This new martial arts skill was truly too profound. Compared to it, the original Thomas family's sanda was simply a castrated version, incomparably simple.

Just the new Thomas family's sanda alone had sixty-four styles, each with nine moves and each move with forty-nine variations. It was already impossible to see through it, let alone know what the next move would be.

It would be difficult for an ordinary person to master it in their entire life.

For those with some talent, they would probably need thirty years!

Even geniuses would need ten years.

"Brother Braydon, I didn't get any of that!" Joseph Thomas was dumbfounded.

"Braydon, this is too difficult!" At this moment, Stefan Thomas could only smile bitterly.

The old man was also a person who cared about his reputation. He could not say that he only remembered the first two moves and did not remember the rest.

"I'll draw the manual for you guys," Braydon Neal chuckled.