Every student in the whole auditorium glared angrily at Duan Kun. How dare he say traditional martial arts were nothing but flashy moves? They really wanted to beat him up!
"Heh."
Jiang Siming laughed from the stage and replied, "Going by what you're saying, if you want to come up and fight, then hurry up. I'm still in a rush to teach my students and don't have time to deal with a fly like you."
Duan Kun flew into a rage. He leaped up and stepped on the air, then shot straight onto the platform.
Everyone was startled. That move of Duan Kun's looked a lot like the lightness skill Jiang Siming had demonstrated for everyone at the Martial Arts Gathering!
"A brat who's only learned a bit of Internal Energy—how could you know how high the heavens are? That little bit of skill you have is nothing but a joke in my eyes."
After stepping onto the platform, Duan Kun repeatedly sneered at Jiang Siming.
Below, even Duan Kun's girlfriend and the disciples he had taken in were cheering and shouting for him.
Jiang Siming calmly watched him and said, "I'll give you ten moves. Hurry up. I still have a class to teach."
Seeing how much Jiang Siming looked down on him, Duan Kun stopped wasting words and attacked him!
Yet after seven or eight moves, he still had not even touched the hem of Jiang Siming's clothes.
Feeling thoroughly humiliated, Duan Kun flew into a rage and used his killing move. His hands became like bloodied claws as he viciously clawed toward Jiang Siming's face!
The moment Jiang Siming saw those Blood Claws, he thought of a family— the Chou family.
They were the first family he had wiped out at the Sheshan Mountain exchange gathering last