"Just you?" Xiang Feng sneered, his eyes brimming with more scorn than ever.
"Xiang Feng, don't underestimate him. This lad won the Martial World Conference; he must have some skills."
Li Wushuang had nearly suffered at Xu Ruoyan's hands, so he was now extra cautious, harboring some apprehension toward Ling Chen.
"Why are you worried?" Xiang Feng was utterly unconcerned. "That girl was only tough to handle because she carried the power of the Moon General. Are you scared of this kid too? If this continues, your Iron Finger Sect will end up with a reputation for cowardice in the Jianghu!"
"You make some sense."
Li Wushuang nodded, his last shred of apprehension vanishing. Indeed, Xu Ruoyan would have lost to him long ago if it weren't for the power of the Moon General. Under normal circumstances, the younger generation could never be their match.
