"Are you saying I'm not skilled enough?" Jiang Weixiong sneered.
"How would you know unless you try?" Jiang Xiaobai said.
"Then how do you want to test it?" Jiang Weixiong asked.
"Of course, we should have a match. If you beat me, then you qualify to be my master," Jiang Xiaobai replied.
Jiang Weixiong finally realized that this man had come looking for trouble. He sneered inwardly, thinking that this skinny kid, who looked like a stick, would be knocked down with a single punch.
"Alright, bring it on." :
Jiang Xiaobai slightly bowed with fist in hand, and Jiang Weixiong motioned with his fingers for Jiang Xiaobai to make the first move. Jiang Xiaobai did not hold back and threw a straightforward punch. This punch seemed to lack strength, speed, and not to mention any variation—just a plain punch.
