"So why exactly did you go looking for trouble with him?" Zhang Daqing pinched his chin and tilted his head as he asked.
"..."
Li Zhaoquan scratched his head.
"There were a lot of girls here, so I wanted to show off..."
Zhang Daqing was speechless. "You idiot, you really aren't afraid of trouble. He's not some lone nobody. Even if you actually bullied him, who knows, maybe Little Dragon King Meng Bo Shang will come to your dojo tomorrow to challenge you."
"We only tested hands. It's not like I was really going to do anything to him. I even had an excuse ready." Li Zhaoquan looked utterly confident.
Zhang Daqing rolled his eyes, too lazy to say anything else.
"Hiss... my bone really broke. There's something off about that guy. We absolutely can't provoke him..." Li Zhaoquan rubbed his arm.
Zhang Daqing hurriedly waved his hands. "What do you mean, 'we'? Don't lump me in with you. I have nothing to do with you. I've been watching him with nothing but warm, friendly, kind eyes the whole time..."
"Hm? That's it?"
A group of young men and women, all either wealthy or powerful, were rather confused.
Those two had looked like they were about to clash. How had it ended after merely testing hands for a moment?
Young Master Ye, Ye Chenglin, looked toward Pei Tiancheng.
"Young Master Pei, what do you make of that? What happened?"
The others in their little circle all turned to look at him as well.
Pei Tiancheng smiled, took a light sip of wine from his glass, and said, "That was testing hands. Between martial artists of sufficient skill, if two people want to gauge each other's ability, they can get a rough sense of the other's level just by making