Xiao Yu could be considered to have defeated Li Qing without the slightest effort, without any consumption whatsoever.
His gaze fell upon the far away Meng Quan, who was still eating and drinking to his heart’s content.
“Meng Quan, have you finished eating?’
Xiao Yu directly issued a challenge to Meng Quan.
Meng Quan picked up another dim sum and swallowed it before slowly walking out of the pergola.
“I’ll be using a weapon straight off if it’s fighting you, or else I’ll surely end up like Li Qing, getting sent flying by a swing of your sleeve.”
Notifying Xiao Yu, Meng Quan drew a black iron rod from the weapons rack.
“Do as you please.”
Xiao Yu nodded.
Meng Quan held the black iron rod in his hand as he stood to face Xiao Yu. The straightforward smile on his face had vanished and was replaced by a serious expression.
