Xiaocong puffed out his chest confidently and said, "Of course! If the master is strong, the disciple will be strong too!"
"Good, that's the spirit! But talk is cheap, how about a match with my disciple? Let's let everyone see how strong the Sect Leader's son really is!" Zhang Li said excitedly, his eyes full of anticipation.
Oh no, a match right off the bat.
Lin Xinlan wanted to speak up to stop this, but Xiaocong cheerfully agreed.
"Let's do it, I'd also like to see how skilled the people here are."
"Kid, you sure talk big! Then let me show you just how strong my disciple Zhang Li is!"
"Xiaoliu, you go and compete with him, remember to take it easy on him, don't bully the younger ones!"
"Yes!" As soon as Zhang Li finished speaking, a boy about thirteen or fourteen years old ran over, smiled at Xiaocong, and said, "Hi, I'm Xiaoliu, please advise me later."
