A wave of humiliation engulfed Zhou Bai, fueling his rage until it reached the heavens.
However, this only served to calm him down.
Xianyang City's pugilistic world was not large, Zhou Bai had always known this. Even though he was adored from a young age and praised by his elders, he had always yearned to venture out.
Unexpectedly, halfway there, Li Yan had emerged.
A country boy, even two years younger than himself!
If he was considered a genius, what was this guy?
Along with the humiliation came a surge of resentment.
Though Zhou Bai didn't want to admit it, he realized he had begun to feel jealous.
His earlier boasts were now completely forgotten. At this moment, Zhou Bai resorted to his specialty, the Monkey Fist, eager to slaughter the young man before him and vent the hatred in his heart.
Zhou Bai, resembling an ape, pounced forward, extending his claw midair, scratching towards Li Yan's head.
Li Yan, leveraging the wooden boards, lifted his leg for a Skyward Kick.
