A tall, broad-shouldered man stepped forward from one of the nearby tables.
His arms were thick like tree trunks, and the smell of strong liquor lingered around him.
Judging from his steady steps, he was not completely drunk, but he had clearly consumed more than a few cups.
He stopped beside their table, his shadow falling across it.
"Strong drinks need strong men," the man said in a deep voice that carried easily across the noisy tavern.
His gaze settled on Lin Feng.
"But I wonder if Young Master Lin Feng has the guts and is strong enough to test his might and skill in a friendly match?" he asked boldly, clearly uninvited.
Lin Feng slowly looked up and saw a brute of a man standing beside the table, smiling broadly at him.
The man's build was massive, his shoulders wide and his arms thick with muscle, the kind of physique that made ordinary people feel pressured just by standing nearby.
Normally, Lin Feng would not have bothered entertaining a loud brute like this.
