Recruiting Qi Yun

The man kept a close eye on Lu Yang's movements and quickly retreated to dodge the punch. "Strength has nothing to do with appearances. It lies in a person's heart."

The man threw a right punch at Lu Yang's head.

Lu Yang lightly tilted his head aside, dodging the punch. His left hand suddenly exerted force, and he punched at the man's abdomen.

The man had only been testing him with that punch. Seeing how fast Lu Yang's reaction was, he immediately retreated again and dodged.

"Wow, you're an expert," the man said excitedly.

Lu Yang had not even used eighty percent of his strength. "You're not bad either. You're right—what matters most is the heart. If you can't see through your opponent's thoughts, the one who fails will often be yourself. But if your own will is as hard as steel, you can still take revenge."

The man seemed to recall something unpleasant and angrily punched toward Lu Yang's head. Lu Yang kept dodging while the man kept throwing punches.

"Why aren't you fighting back?" the man asked as he attacked.

Lu Yang easily avoided his punches. "Your mind is in turmoil. If I strike, you'll definitely lose."

"Big talk." The man continued his attack, gathering strength before throwing a punch at Lu Yang's head.

Lu Yang's body suddenly swayed before his eyes. After dodging the punch, Lu Yang stepped forward half a pace and held his fist against the man's face. "You lost."

The man looked at Lu Yang's fist and smiled helplessly. "The gap between us is too great. No more fighting. I lost."

Lu Yang smiled. It seemed this man had not yet been completely blinded by hatred.

The man said, "Are you free? How about we have a drink together?"

Lu Yang removed his gloves.