Du Chengfeng really wanted to keep fighting.
Even though, as a pacifist, a person who values a peaceful life, he wasn't the kind to relish battle, but as a warrior and martial artist, if given a chance to spar, he wouldn't refuse.
Especially in the current situation, he'd already warmed up and was ready to go all out, only for the match to be canceled because the opponent was too weak. Then who was this warm-up for? Was he just entertaining himself?
"Come on, hurry up."
Handing over the staff, Du Chengfeng urged the elderly Sho tribesman in front of him.
"Quickly, I can't wait any longer. Didn't you just want to use this? Go ahead, hit me with it."
"..."
Gripping the ordinary-looking staff with both hands, the Sho elder was speechless.
The old Sho man couldn't speak, and this made Du Chengfeng even more anxious. Seeing the other party still making no move to attack, Du Chengfeng simply stepped forward again, pressing the staff against his own chest.
