Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
"Thanks for going easy on me!"
Lu Zheng took off his gloves, grasped Li Changyang's instinctively outstretched hand, and pulled him up from the ground.
But Li Changyang's pupils were visibly unfocused. He was clearly still questioning his entire life.
The space beneath the ring was dead silent.
The harder Lu Tieling had boasted just now, the more awkward things were now.
Defending Kunlun Fight champion? UFC prospect?
That was it?
Lu Tieling's pair of bell-sized eyes widened to their fullest.
Was this for real?
According to Li Changyang, even if he entered the UFC, his first opponent would not be arranged to be too strong. Even if he could not win, lasting the full match would not be a problem.
But how had he ended up getting slammed onto the ring like a dead dog by Lu Zheng?
Only after Lu Zheng stepped down, took the bottled water Lin Wan handed him, and drank a sip did Li Changyang, still standing dumbly on the ring, jolt and come back to his senses.
A reclusive master!
A legend of the common folk!
Damn it, masters truly hid among the common people. The ancients had not deceived him!
Thus, beneath Lu Tieling's unbearable gaze, Li Changyang shamelessly sidled up to Lu Zheng again, his face full of fawning smiles.
"Master!"
"No, Mr. Li, there's no need for that."
"Why call me mister? You're putting me down! Just call me Old Yang or Yangzi!" Li Changyang hurriedly said. "Master, what do you practice? You're incredible—way better than us so-called professionals!"
"I just practiced blindly." Lu Zheng grinned.
"Impossible!" Li Changyang raised his voice, then immediately lowered it again. "If you were just practicing blindly, wouldn't that make us nothing more than children playing house?"
Lu Tieling could not stand