When Chu Bai saw this, he knew he would not be able to provoke Wang Haoran into fighting him. Suppressing his unwillingness, he was about to leave.
"Wait." Wang Haoran suddenly spoke.
Chu Bai stopped in surprise.
"Although we can't use Xu Muyan as a bargaining chip, there's one thing you said right. If you're a man, don't be afraid. You want a fight, right? Then let's have a contest between men."
"Now that's more like it!" Chu Bai was delighted.
Wang Haoran crushed him in many areas, but in single combat, he was absolutely certain he could grind this rich young master, who had always had everything handed to him, into the dirt.
"Wang Haoran, have you forgotten what Chu Bai did to Fan Jian and the others last time? You can't beat him!" Xu Muyan urged.
"I'll hold back. I won't beat him until his face is black and blue!" Chu Bai felt immensely pleased.
"Come on." Wang Haoran settled into a horse stance, extending one hand forward and curling the other slightly as he assumed a fighting posture.
"Y-you're using Wing Chun?" Chu Bai froze.
"Wing Chun. Wang Haoran. Please enlighten me."
"Haha, have you watched Ip Man too many times?" Chu Bai mocked him, then copied his manner. "Chu Family Fist. Chu Bai. Please enlighten me!"
Chu Bai put on an act as he said it.
The moment his words fell, he launched the unorthodox punches and kicks he had learned from fighting street punks at Wang Haoran.
However, before he could even touch Wang Haoran's clothes, he was knocked down in a single move.
Before Chu Bai could get back up, a rain of fists rained down wildly on his chest and face.
Chu Bai shielded his face with his arms like a punching bag,