"Want to spar with me?"
Hua Yunfei looked at Flowery Monk with a smile. That huge tattooed arm and the dragon tattoo across his shoulders were so conspicuous, it was hard to imagine they belonged to a Buddhist disciple.
"Sure. We'll stop as soon as either of us lands a hit, and I absolutely won't hurt you." Flowery Monk swung his huge tattooed arm. His bald head gleamed, and he grinned.
Though he held prayer beads and wore a kasaya, did he look anything like a monk?
Even his originally kindly, benevolent face had become covered in jowls, with a fierce, menacing expression. He was downright terrifying.
With an aura like that, most people would have gone weak in the knees before the fight even began.
"Holy crap, he's in a gang!" Shi Zhàndì shouted. That bald guy was way too gangsta.
"A gang? What's that?" Flowery Monk asked, confused. He'd never heard of one.
"That's not important."
Hua Yunfei smiled. "Master, I'm afraid I can't spar with you."
Flowery Monk stared at Hua Yunfei. "Why not? Though your aura is concealed, my instincts have always been sharp. You're definitely no weakling."
Hua Yunfei nodded modestly. "I do have a little strength, but compared to you, Master, I'm still far behind. I'd rather not embarrass myself."
The flesh on Flowery Monk's face shifted as he nodded. "That's true. My strength really is too great. It's normal that you wouldn't dare fight me, for fear of getting hurt."
"Pfft..."
At that, Jiang Ruoyao, who had been silent off to the side, couldn't hold back any longer and burst out laughing. She laughed so hard her stomach hurt. Flowery Monk was so full of himself.
Though Jiang Ruoyao wore a veil that hid half her face, it couldn't conceal her beauty. Flowery