Xu Fan said this, of course, not to boast.
Actually, even if Li Fuqiang went all out, he was confident in catching his moves.
However, this sparring was more about demonstrating superior martial skills, and Xu Fan himself had no desire for victory or defeat, so naturally, there was no need to show too much.
And with only thirty percent of his strength, it was impossible to test anything.
"This..."
Qian Zongsheng gasped in astonishment. Xu Fan really dared to make bold claims. He wanted to remind him that even thirty percent of one's strength wasn't something the current Xu Fan could easily handle.
Still, as a spectator, it was better to follow the rules—True gentlemen never comment on a game of chess while watching.
Seeing the anxious look on Qian Zongsheng's face, Xiao Bai couldn't help saying, "Boss, what's wrong? Do you think it's not appropriate?"
"Indeed. How could Xu Fan, a mere Grandmaster, stop the Martial King, Chief Steward Li?"
