Ning Wangshu looked at the girls in front of him and then glanced at Shen Chuxia across the aisle. He couldn't help but smile and say, "There's no such thing as the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms in this world. I just know a bit of basic martial arts!"

As he spoke, Ning Wangshu suddenly remembered what Wang Zhiqiang had said last night and added, "To be honest, I've only managed to cultivate some internal strength, which is why I could leave a fist mark on the wall from a distance."

"But internal strength is a completely different thing from the 'martial arts' or Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms you mentioned. If you don't believe me, ask Wang Zhiqiang. He's also a martial artist and knows about these things."

Ning Wangshu knew that if he completely denied it, no one would believe him. Fortunately, Wang Zhiqiang had mentioned internal strength last night, so he used it to brush things off.