Seeing Zhang Xiaohua's fist coming towards him, Lu Lihong calmly raised his left palm and blocked it in front, stopping the punch's trajectory.
Zhang Xiaohua was taken aback and thought: "Didn't he just say...?"
Noticing Zhang Xiaohua's hesitating punch and the confusion in his eyes, Lu Lihong didn't give way and kept his left palm in place while his right hand's four fingers moved towards Zhang Xiaohua's wrist.
Realizing this, Zhang Xiaohua immediately understood, "Ah, this Senior Brother Lu is really cunning. He's playing word games. He only said he would use one hand and one leg to attack, and as long as he doesn't use the other hand or leg to attack, it doesn't count as losing. He never said he couldn't use them for defense. Hehe, it seems he still bears a grudge about my joke last night."
But could Zhang Xiaohua take that to heart?
