Ye Xiaofei furrowed his brows and said, "When I say I'll use one hand, that means one hand."
Little Red Flower took a deep breath, his eyes filled with hatred. He didn't want Ye Xiaofei to take advantage of this situation, but he didn't know how to turn the tables back in his favor.
Zhou Wenxuan curled her lips slightly, a mischievous idea bubbling up as she said, "Our Master Hong, he'll let you strike him three times."
Little Red Flower's eyes sparkled, secretly thinking Zhou Wenxuan was clever. With a smirk, he laughed loudly and said, "Right, I'll let you strike me three times first, bring it on."
Ye Xiaofei glanced at Zhou Wenxuan, wondering what this woman was really plotting.
A single palm strike of his could cripple an ordinary person. Even if Little Red Flower was powerful, he wouldn't be able to withstand three strikes. Ye Xiaofei said, "Enough with the nonsense. One hand it is, then let's fight."
