However, to Ling Chen's surprise, that person didn't look at him upon approaching but rather at Qin Genglong beside him. The middle-aged man glanced twice and spoke arrogantly, "You're the Qin Genglong who excels in Cross Training, right? I've heard your strength is formidable, and your muscles have reached a level where they are impervious to blades and bullets."
Saying this, the middle-aged man clasped his fists in a formal gesture and said earnestly, "My name is Luo Haicheng, I belong to no sect or school, and I practice family-inherited martial arts. I ask for your guidance." As he finished speaking, Luo Haicheng took a few steps back and made a single-handed gesture of invitation, beckoning Qin Genglong to step forward.
"I'm not afraid of you." Qin Genglong snorted and quickly stood up, stepping forward to accept the challenge.
"Old Qin, don't go." Before Qin Genglong could approach Luo Haicheng, Ling Chen's hand had already landed on his shoulder, stopping his movement.
