Lin Zhiyuan's face was somewhat contorted.
However, Lu Ping just nonchalantly reached out and patted the dust off his sleeves.
He sneered with contempt, "Taekwondo is nothing but a showpiece, and that move of yours wasn't strong at all."
Lin Zhiyuan's face drastically changed, "Damn it! How dare you boast there? Don't think you're incredible just because you blocked my attack once!"
"I'm going to participate in the upcoming Jiangnan Boxing Conference. Can a loser like you even join the Jiangnan Boxing Conference?"
"Exactly! How could you possibly be as good as my senior brother!"
Han Junjie echoed.
But as Lu Ping's gaze swept towards him indifferently, he felt a chill in his heart and quickly hid behind Lin Zhiyuan.
He was definitely not being a coward!
It was... it was just because he dared not meet Feixue's eyes.
Lu Ping hadn't initially intended to bother with two ordinary people—they didn't have any inner strength at all, just average people, really.