Donald's eyebrows quirked slightly, a provocative look spread across his handsome face.
He put down his raised hands, inserted one hand into his pocket, and arrogantly said, "Rumor had it that when Master Huo went to the US, he was besieged by a group of wizards who were paid a high price by certain powers. I, along with other members of the Rasambo Family, were present and witnessed Master Huo's skills firsthand.
I wonder if today, I, Donald, would have the honor of exchanging a few moves with you."
The depth of Master Huo's mysterious gaze seemed infatuating, but upon closer inspection, one could spot the indifference and gloom hidden within.
His frigid voice rang out slowly, "Even though I may have some skills, they pale in comparison to yours."
Master Huo's eyes, droopy from weariness, seemed even more dangerous now.
A look of challenge crossed Donald's face as he said, "You're being modest."
No sooner had the words left his mouth than he vanished from sight.
