On the martial arts platform, Zhao Riji watched Cheng Huan approaching, his expression gradually growing serious.
But he still scoffed, "A defeated underling, yet you still have the courage to step up!"
The approaching Cheng Huan, with a gloomy expression, remained silent.
In the past,
Cheng Huan and Zhao Riji had faced each other several times.
Although their strengths were similar, both at the Initial Stage of Inner Strength, Cheng Huan more often lost than won.
Zhao Riji practiced not only karate but also various National Martial Arts, his strength was astonishing.
Still, despite this, Zhao Riji took Cheng Huan very seriously.
When the strengths were similar, fights between masters could often be decided in just one or two moves.
"Come on, let's fight, no need for idle talk!"
Cheng Huan assumed his stance, his fists clenched tight, his whole body poised like a tiger ready to pounce.
