While they were chatting, Fang Hong and Li Chong had already gotten on the stage.
"Instructor Fang, please!" Li Chong greeted Fang Hong with a martial artists' greeting.
"I'm an old man after all. You should go first," Fang Hong replied with a smile.
That was not him being boastful or condescending. It was just a basic etiquette for him as an elder.
"Then you should be careful!" Li Chong knew that it was not time to be courteous. His face turned serious as he lowered his posture and assumed his fighting stance.
The entire hall went silent. Everyone focused their gaze on the two, eagerly waiting to watch the epic battle.
"Ha!"
Li Chong bellowed and shot forward, striking like a venomous snake. When he was three meters away from Fang Hong, his body leaned forward and swung his hand from top to bottom, chopping at Fang Hong's neck!
His posture was calculated.
