The young man's brow raised slightly, "Alright!"
It's not that Xiao Qiang wanted to stir up trouble or seek attention; he had been diligently practicing for two years. Each time he sparred with Duan Nantian, he was easily defeated, leaving him with no true understanding of his martial arts level. Now, having the good fortune to encounter a fellow martial artist, he was eager to put his skills to the test against this youth.
The young man immediately turned around and said, "The recruitment is about done. Let's head back to the club."
"Yes, President!" the crowd responded.
"Did I hear that wrong? This guy actually wants to challenge our president; that's way too overconfident," one member of the Martial Arts Club scoffed.
"Heh, these days you'll find all sorts, thinking they're famous after learning some superficial moves."
"Why would the president agree to a match? I could beat ten of those like him!" commented a skinny, bespectacled boy, looking like a bamboo pole.
