"Jiang Lin! I'll be the one to ask you this first punch!"
Chen Yong took a single step forward. His fist intent surged like the sea, sweeping toward Jiang Lin.
Jiang Lin merely clasped his fists in salute. "I humbly ask Senior for your guidance!"
"Little Lin!"
But the moment Jiang Lin finished speaking, a young girl ran forward and spread her arms to block Jiang Lin.
"Grandpa! Little Lin is only in the Seventh Realm, while you're in the Ninth Realm. How can you ask Little Lin a fist question?"
The girl pouted, her eyes brimming with grievance.
"If Grandpa ignores the rules and asks Little Lin a fist question, then Little Jia can ask Little Lin one too!"
"Don't be ridiculous!" Chen Yong shouted.
A woman who had been proposed to asking the man for a fist question—could that even be called asking a fist question? Wasn't this just flirting? Their fists would be soft and limp, and no one would know where they were asking their questions!
"Little Jia is being ridiculous, and Grandpa is being ridiculous too!"
Chen Jia moved even closer, her back already pressed against Jiang Lin's, as if she would take Jiang Lin and run away at the slightest disagreement.
Chen Yong shook his head. "Grandpa won't break the rules. I'll suppress my realm to the Eighth Realm as well. That completely complies with the rules."
"It doesn't! Martial Warriors value physical strength above all else. The bodies of the Ninth Realm and Eighth Realm are completely different! Grandpa is bullying him!"
"..."
Chen Yong opened his mouth, still wanting to say something, but Jiang Lin had already taken Chen Jia's little hand and slowly lowered her arm.
"Little Lin... don't force yourself. Actually, there's no need for these Three Questions Fist. We