Although Xiang Yu had a hint of sneak attack, the crowd just coughed and pretended not to see it.
They all hoped Xiang Yu could defeat Fang Xiaoming. The people of Holy Mouse Hall were already arrogant, and if they had someone become a candidate, no one would dare provoke them in the future.
Xiang Yu missed with his first strike and then attacked from top to bottom with his left crook.
Fang Xiaoming only had a stick, so he could only block with his arm.
Xiang Yu used a lot of force and hit Fang Xiaoming's arm hard.
Fang Xiaoming cried out in pain and retreated backward.
"How about it, my Dog Beating Stick Technique is not bad, right?" Xiang Yu chuckled.
Fang Xiaoming gritted his teeth, raised his stick, and charged forward again. He used all his strength to sweep his stick horizontally at Xiang Yu.
Xiang Yu blocked it in front of him with his left crook but underestimated his opponent's strength a bit. He only felt pain in his left arm as a strong force slammed into him.
