When Exactly Did I Borrow It?

Xie Lei stepped out of the crowd. Fang Ping did the same; he could not care less about other people.

"I'll defeat you in 3 moves!" Fang Ping sneered, unarmed with his glaive stashed away. A long weapon like the guandao was cumbersome to be lugged around.

Xie Lei was pissed off. "Let's see how much longer you can maintain that arrogant facade!"

They spoke no more. Fang Ping poised himself on the tips of his toes, and within a split second, he pounced up into the air, advancing like a tiger on the hunt.

Fang Ping gave a deep grunt as his palms turned crimson red while mid-air.

"Knock!" Fang Ping's thundering roar rang through the spectators' ears.

It took a moment before most of the onlookers snapped out of their shock and returned their gaze to the match happening in front of them, but most of their expressions had changed.