"See? Everyone's waiting to see the results of your secret training, so I won't hold back this time."
Wu Chang stood casually, without assuming any fighting stance, and said, "Come on, Er Huo."
Zhao Yan wrinkled his nose and immediately swung a hook punch at Wu Chang, "If you can't last a round, you're having just a bowl of green onion for lunch."
Wu Chang appeared relaxed, yet internally was completely focused on observing Zhao Yan's muscle movements.
He adjusted his attributes to match Zhao Yan's level, and just before Zhao Yan's fist reached him, he swung his hand to deflect the hook punch, simultaneously stepping sideways and back two paces, dodging Zhao Yan's swift elbow strike, and then solidly countered with a hook punch.
Zhao Yan staggered from the hit, squinting his eyes, and said, "Interesting."
The ensuing battle turned out to be far easier than Wu Chang had anticipated.
