Firm Body, Measured Advance and Retreat

The key stuck in the rock stood out in the winter sunlight, the Wansheng Finance emblem on it unmistakable.

Chen Chuan looked away from it and turned to Qi Hui Shi. The man was clearly determined.

Most Fighters would avoid a fight if they could, unless enormous interests were at stake or they had no other choice.

The two ancient Fighters must indeed be hiding something valuable for Qi Hui Shi to offer so much.

Chen Chuan had no reason to refuse. His Second Self needed to grow stronger, and he was eager to spar with someone at his own level. The two ancient Fighters had been so weak that he had barely exerted himself. They had not even counted as a warm-up. He hoped this man would prove more interesting.

He said, "Mr. Qi, I accept."

Qi Hui Shi had expected him to agree. No Fighter could turn down such an offer. Besides, they were both Fighters of Great Shun. They had no past grievances and might even work together someday. When they could show each other courtesy, they generally would.

If not for certain special reasons, he would not have said a word about Chen Chuan taking the captives away. There was no need to invite trouble. But this time, he could not let it happen.

He knew little about Chen Chuan and had not expected him to appear here. He had learned of the man's position only from Yuan An Company's telegram.

He had never heard of Chen Chuan, so the man was clearly not one of the long-famous figures. Still, Qi Hui Shi would never underestimate a Fighter. Chen Chuan could not have reached his current position unless the higher-ups valued him or he had rendered great service. Either way, he could not be weak.

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