908. The Little Sparrow
"An excellent teacher really does produce outstanding students."
"Her skill is impressive!"
"Congratulations, Grandmaster He."
The senior martial artists nearby offered their congratulations to Old Grandmaster He of the Hundred Step Divine Fist.
To force a grandmaster into such a position was enough to make someone stand out among martial artists of the same generation.
Old Grandmaster He nodded with a pleased smile, basking in the moment. This older disciple, whom he had taken on out of personal obligation, had finally lived up to his expectations and brought honor to their school.
Li Bai could see clearly that Xiao Wei had probably also learned the Taishang Yinqi Pian he had taught Little Yu'er. Otherwise, even with the added benefit of weighted training, she wouldn't have had such stamina.
"You dared bully my Senior Disciple Sister. I'll take you on this round!"
While Li Bai and Old Grandmaster He were distracted, Little Yu'er completely disregarded any notion of taking turns and deferential courtesy. Her little legs pattered as she charged onto the stage, then she started throwing punches without a word, swinging her tiny fists like a windmill.
Seeing Xiao Wei get lifted into the air had stirred Zheng Yu'er's sense of responsibility as a senior sister. How could she stand by while her junior sister was bullied? It was enough to make one laugh and cry.
She didn't bother with any proper technique, using what was probably a series of wild, alternating punches.
Her age was a factor, after all. She might practice with perfect form every day, but once a child got worked up, all the routines she'd learned vanished from her mind, and everything descended into chaos.
Old Grandmaster He couldn't bear to watch. What kind of mess was this?
"Whoa, even a kid