After speaking, without looking at Wu Weizhong, who was turning pale and flushed, Lu Baixi walked to Xiaobao's side.
Though his face was pale, Lu Baixi's eyes shone with fervor: "Indeed, there is always someone better. Today, I, Lu Baixi, finally understand that no one is truly invincible. In hindsight, my previous self-complacency, thinking I was unmatched, seems laughable now. I have just one question left, could Mr. Li enlighten me?"
Seeing that Lu Baixi's bright eyes held no resentment, Xiaobao nodded and said, "Ask."
"Has Mr. Li's Kung Fu mastery reached its peak?"
Xiaobao recalled many masters like Liu Zhiming and shook his head: "There is no end to learning!"
Lu Baixi's expression turned solemn, and then he bowed deeply, at a ninety-degree angle, expressing gratitude: "Thank you, Mr. Li, for your guidance. I, Lu Baixi, will never forget it!"
Saying this, Lu Baixi began to cough violently, spitting out batches of bloody foam.
