Chapter 89 The Battle of the Big Brother
Zhang Li couldn’t help but cast a sideways glance at him.
"Do you think you’ve gone beyond the Great Mastery of Boxing? Is your physique at that level? You’re thinking so much without even having explored your own physical limits? You haven’t even learned to crawl, and you’re already thinking about how to run."
Lu Ren shrugged his shoulders and didn’t ask much further, after all, the image of fighting while dragging on was indeed a bit unsettling for him, and the Highly Concentrated Nutrient Pills were indeed a great aid for martial arts practice, not inferior to some rare medicines.
Pfft.
Sitting down with Zhang Suyi at a table, they were indulging in their meal when a somewhat cold voice reached his ears.
"Are you the descendant of the minor fist genre, the Phoenix Falcon Fist?"
Lu Ren looked up at the voice and saw a tall young man standing in front of him.
He was called a tall young man because he was nearly two meters tall. Although his muscles were taut and iron-like, they were extremely firm and made him look tall.
Zhang Li frowned slightly and said curtly, "He Liran, are you itching for a beating?"
He Liran’s head shrank a little imperceptibly, then he stiffened his neck, spoke sternly, and deliberately ignored Zhang Li’s menacing glare. He stared straight at Lu Ren and said, "The Phoenix Falcon Fist is merely a minor fist genre, only rated as a first-class fist sequence within the Security Department, it’s just an empty reputation!"
After speaking, He Liran gazed intently at Lu Ren, looking at him expectantly, as if he could foresee the other party flaring up in anger at the blatant insult to the fist technique he practiced, slamming the table and challenging him to a duel to see who was superior.
"Oh."