The sudden appearance of the middle-aged man added a few degrees of gravity to the young monk's expression; the guy opposite was no ordinary person. Just the aura emanating from him was enough to set the monk's heart racing.
"Yes, it was I who made the move."
The young monk said slowly, but his eyes were filled with intense caution, ready to defend himself against the fearsome individual before him at any moment.
"Haha! A one-armed person, already crippled, should just go home and be paralyzed instead of showing off. What's the point?"
"Right, right. Haven't you seen that guy on the ground is already done for? You think you're stronger than him?"
"Get lost, you waste from the Island Nation. Haha, this is Huaxia, not a place where you can strut around. Little monk, teach him a good lesson and let him know the strength of Shaolin Kung Fu!"
"The little monk's going to lose, this one-armed guy is at the middle stage of Golden Core cultivation."
