Tang Yu sneered coldly, "Courting death."
Seeing that Li Feng was oblivious to the danger, Tang Yu didn't mind giving him a lesson, and it was also a good opportunity to show the beauty watching below just how formidable he, Tang Yu, was.
With that thought, Tang Yu lightly pushed off with his toe and lunged straight towards Li Feng without any flourish, immediately executing a grapple.
"Hiss, as expected of Yu Shuai. His strike is so sharp."
"Hmph, of course. Yu Shuai isn't performing a flashy show; he's using genuine martial arts. You know what martial arts are for? They're meant for killing."
"Then that kid across is doomed."
"Heh, Yu Shuai should leave him with a breath."
But before the person finished speaking, a loud slap was heard.
Tang Yu extended a grappling hand which was swatted away by Li Feng as if it were a fly, the crisp slapping sound echoing around.
