Direct Disciple

"8 palm what?"

Zhao Luo scoffed at the name of Xiao Yu's technique.

"Bullet Fist versus 8 palms, hahaha."

Zhao Luo mumbled and started laughing as he couldn't help but make fun of the palm technique while comparing the name of Xiao Yu's technique with his.

Xiao Yu still looked calm as he watched Zhao Luo laughing wildly at his technique.

"You think you can beat me by laughing?"

Xiao Yu asked Zhao Luo in a condescending tone.

He thought that Zhao Luo would be his best opponent but this opponent of him was laughing like a crackhead.

"If this won't work then my fists will."

Zhao Luo said as he smirked at Xiao Yu who was asking the questions that Zhao Luo should be asking.

Both Zhao Luo and Xiao Yu considered themselves the winners of this fight even before it had started truly in a meaningful sense.

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At the area of the colosseum where the Sect Leader and the two Elders were sitting, a discussion was going on.