Feng Shaokun was stunned. "That's all?"
Ye Feng nodded seriously. "Yes, that's all."
Feng Shaokun was even more confused. "That's not right. I know how to fight too, but I don't think it's helpful to driving."
Ye Feng touched his nose. "Then I'm not too sure."
Feng Shaokun stared at him for a while and suddenly rubbed his hands. "Since you know martial arts, let's have a spar. Let me see how different your martial arts are from mine."
Ye Feng looked at him strangely. "Are you sure you want to fight me?"
Feng Shaokun looked eager to try. "I have two hobbies in my life. One is racing, and the other is fighting."
"I can't beat you in racing, but you may not be my match in combat."
Zhuang Xiaojiao smiled evilly. "Brother Shaokun, I advise you not to fight him. Otherwise, you'll lose even more."
