Ming Shiyin looked at the bruised and swollen Zhu Honggong with satisfaction and asked, "Eighth Junior Brother... who do you think has more style? Second Senior Brother or me?"
"Uh..." Zhu Honggong wanted to cry but had no tears. 'Aren't the eleven leaves very strong? Why can't I beat anyone?'
After a moment, Zhu Honggong replied, "O-of course, it's Fourth Senior Brother…"
"I think so too," Ming Shiyin said.
"Fourth Senior Brother, what's your cultivation base?" Zhu Honggong asked. Previously, when his Fourth Senior Brother sparred with their master, he was clearly in a miserable state.
Mingshi Yin smiled ambiguously as he glanced at Zhu Honggong and said, "I'm only below one person… You can figure it yourself…"
Zhu Honggong was shocked. He quickly stepped forward and massaged Ming Shiyin's shoulder. "So strong? Then I didn't lose in vain!"
