"You're quite ordinary, not as formidable as I imagined. Quite a disappointment," said Fang Lin with a smirk.
Li Guanxin's anger intensified at these words, his disdain for Fang Lin deepening.
"Smooth talker, I'll smash your teeth!" Li Guanxin barked, slapping the Nine Palace Bag to take out a somewhat tattered paper fan.
Fang Lin's eyes narrowed slightly in caution, but he sneered, "You think you're going to win with a nearly falling apart fan?"
Li Guanxin didn't speak. With a solemn face, he slowly unfurled the worn paper fan.
Not wanting to be on the defense, Fang Lin struck first, pulling out his massive bone club and swiping it towards Li Guanxin's head.
Li Guanxin waved his paper fan suddenly, and a gale howled, flipping Fang Lin and his club over.
Seizing the opportunity, Li Guanxin took the offensive and stormed Fang Lin.
"Is your fan's only trick to fan the wind?" Fang Lin laughed derisively, not thrown off his stride in the least.
