"Chinese martial arts are truly formidable!"
Having recovered his strength, Jerry approached Jiang Xiaobai, no longer displaying his previous unruly demeanor. He had become as docile and well-behaved as the black horse that had been tamed by Jiang Xiaobai before.
Ding Haijian said, "Jerry, now you should believe how powerful our Chinese martial arts are, right? Even though you are a member of the Blood Clan, what of it? In front of a Chinese cultivator like me, you are still easily defeated."
Ding Haijian was very proud; he finally had his moment of triumph. During his years in America, he had followed many masters and learned many skills, but every time he sparred with Jerry, he was beaten without being able to fight back. Who could have imagined that, in his lifetime, he would see Jerry defeated without being able to fight back? If there were wine available at this moment, he would truly wish to drink a toast.