Facing the arrogant and conceited Zheng Qian, Li Chen simply used four words to respond.
"Petty skills!"
Before the echo of his words had faded, he slapped another table with one hand.
On this table, there was also a plate of lobsters!
The lobsters seemed like fish striving to leap over the Dragon Gate, frantically jumping into mid-air.
Li Chen grabbed a metal knife and fork with his backhand. His movements were fluid and swift, as if an elf was dancing gracefully through the air.
Then, all could see the lobster shells falling like rain, while the shelled lobster meat was all skewered by his knife and fork.
The whole motion was as smooth and flowing as drifting clouds and streaming water!
Even those with no martial arts knowledge knew that cleaving lobsters was not easy, but to shell them and then skewer them required much more difficult precision and technique.
Zheng Qian's complexion turned ashen, his face etched with two words: Shock and horror!