In a moonlit courtyard.
Enclosed by high walls and paved with square bricks on the ground, the courtyard was decorated with well-arranged flowers and bushes; among them stood several street lamps, beaming with incandescent light. Under the lamplight were two moving figures, one of which was making vigorous and forcible movements, his imposing swings stirring the air. By contrast, the other figure was strolling idly around the yard in easy and graceful paces.
"That’s freaking impossible! Again!"
Seeing his strikes being futile once more, Yuan Peiji jumped back rapidly, his words interspersed with curses. He was apparently vexed and enraged by his defeat. Barely had he stopped talking when he strode forward, extending his right fist out and charging directly at Gu Yu’s face.
Gu Yu, on the other hand, made a deft turn at the approaching fist, moving around and placing himself behind Yuan Peiji.
