Da Fei, seeing that Ye Wudao had finally been provoked into action, sneered, clenched his fist with a pop, and arrogantly said to Ye Wudao, "Hong An said you defeated him, but I hardly believe that. I'd like to see if you can defeat me!"
"Then get ready to lick the soles of my shoes. Oh, and I forgot to tell you, on my way here, I accidentally stepped in dog crap. If you can't stomach it, I can add a little soy sauce for flavor," Ye Wudao retorted.
Ye Wudao was no easygoing fellow; bitten unexpectedly by a mad dog, he naturally had to bite back. Not calculating with a mad dog just wasn't his style, Ye Wudao—at the very least, he had to knock out its teeth.
"I'll have to see if you have the ability to make me, Da Fei, lick your shoes."
Da Fei bellowed, his fist trembled, and with a swoosh, he threw a punch at Ye Wudao as quick as lightning, using Xingyi Fist, which, however, differed from Zhang Tongji's Xingyi Fist.
