Ren He patted off the dust on his hands and turned around with a smile to say to the utterly dumbfounded Zhao Fatty, "What did I say?"
Zhao Fatty didn't say it out loud, but the martial arts instructor from the hotel suddenly mumbled in astonishment, "What did this kid say this afternoon, that he's pretty good at fighting?"
Damn, he really is pretty good at it!
When the Martial Arts Director heard Ren He say he was good at fighting this afternoon, he chuckled inwardly, thinking it was just brash youth unaware of their own limitations.
But now he realized, when the kid said he was good, he was actually being modest!
The Martial Arts Director was a proper practitioner; even now he practiced his horse stance daily and stood on his hands for a while. As the saying goes, practice the stance before the skill, the cauldron builds strength, where "the cauldron" refers to handstands.
