The old man saw Xiang Yu trying to leave and called out.
"What's up, are you inviting me to a meal?" Xiang Yu looked at the old man and asked.
The old man coughed and replied, "Forget the meal. It seems like you youngsters look down on us old-timers. Why not spar for a bit?"
Hearing this, Xiang Yu laughed out loud and shook his head, "No way, you've lived for so many years, and I've barely started. There's no way I'm your match. Better just skip it."
After speaking, Xiang Yu got ready to leave. The old man looked frail, almost as if he'd be knocked down by a gust of wind.
But Xiang Yu noticed that every movement the old man made carried an indescribable aura. He knew this old man wasn't just ordinary.
Xiang Yu had learned all kinds of deadly martial arts, and he rarely sparred with others lightly, because a small mistake could injure them.
Years ago, in order to defeat Ba Song, Xiang Yu sought out Hong Jinshuai for training. At that time, they had sparred together.
