"Grandpa Jinfu, are you alright?" Qin Luoli ran over and helped Jin Fu to his feet, her face unable to conceal her shock.
Grandpa Jinfu actually lost? And he was sent flying by a single punch!
"COUGH, COUGH. I'm fine." Jin Fu coughed twice, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth. He stared at Shi Potian with a solemn expression. "Kid, who in the world are you?"
At that moment, Jin Fu was utterly shaken. Although he was old now, in his youth, back in that place teeming with countless experts, he had been considered a prodigy, with no one able to stand against him. Yet now, in a small place like River City, he had been felled with a single punch. It would have been one thing if his opponent were a great master who had practiced martial arts for many years, but this was merely a boy, not even twenty years old.
This filled Jin Fu not only with shock but also with a faint, growing dread.
