C47 Battle Puppet

In the communications room of the Divine Martial Academy, four senior deans gathered around a display screen.

"This girl possesses martial skills."

Witnessing Zhou Ming knock down the Metal Man with a single punch, Wan Mang's eyes sparkled with intrigue.

"What's this? Have you taken a liking to her talent?"

Chi Chongshan smoothed his sleeves, casting a sidelong glance at Wan Mang