Looking at Xiahao Yunting's eager expression, Ye Xunhuan was completely baffled!
Duel?
Duel with Xiahao Yunting?
Can they even have a duel?
If it's clear he's no match, that's fine, but if by some fluke, I actually hurt Xiahao Yunting, Qiu Ruoxi might kill me.
Of course, Ye Xunhuan also knew he was likely not a match for Xiahao Yunting, but isn't there a saying: a flurry of punches can kill even a master?
And there's another saying: the strong fear the young, and sticks fear old wolves?
If by chance he injured Xiahao Yunting, he'd be in big trouble.
Ye Xunhuan awkwardly smiled and said to Xiahao Yunting, "Grandpa, let's skip the duel. How about I just do a form and you watch..."
"What's the meaning of this, punk, looking down on me?" Xiahao Yunting's tiger-eyed gaze sharpened, showing displeasure.
"How could I? I'm just afraid you might hurt me!" Ye Xunhuan awkwardly laughed, "Then Ruoxi would definitely scold you!"
"You wouldn't want Ruoxi to scold you, right?"
