"Well..."
Yan Dahu vigorously scratched his head, unable to come up with an explanation for a while with his slow wits. Then, without knowing which nerve had fired wrongly in his brain, a dubious idea suddenly sparked in his mind: "Oh! I've got it!"
Brimming with enthusiasm, Yan Dahu said, "How about we do this?"
"Oh? Do what?" Fan Wu asked, surprised.
"Why don't you spar with me? If you can withstand ten moves under my hand, it'll prove you weren't lying, that you can indeed handle quite a few dangers. That way, if anything happens on the road, we're more prepared to deal with it."
After saying so, Yan Dahu was even rubbing his hands together, his face lit up with excitement. His actions didn't seem like he was making a constructive suggestion, but rather like he wanted to take this opportunity to have a good spar with Fan Wu.