Zhang Xiaohu listened and his face turned slightly red. In a low voice, he said, "You make a good point."
However, he soon frowned and said, "But why did you join this Martial Arts Conference? I know your martial arts foundation. If you just want to learn, you could just let Captain He and the others teach you well first, and after practicing for three or five years, it wouldn't be too late to join. Who can you beat now, and how can you learn anything from this?"
As for the competition's results, Zhang Xiaohua didn't say much. After all, he was still a teenager. He had just blamed Zhang Xiaohu, but in reality, wasn't he also like this? Otherwise, he wouldn't have wanted to be in a group with those taller humble disciples.
Seeing that his younger brother was silent, Zhang Xiaohu asked with concern, "Did you not win a single match today?"
Zhang Xiaohua could only nod his head.
