An Unexpected Invitation

Pucha Qiucao stood there in a daze, as though she had not heard Yang Guo's rejection clearly. When she finally came to her senses, her eyes instantly reddened. Without looking back, she wiped her tears and ran away, her sobbing faintly lingering in the air.

No one present had expected such a turn of events. They all stared at one another in shock. Puchá Ahute's expression was especially grim, but he was seasoned and composed, showing no reaction. Pucha Shijie, however, could not bear seeing his sister wronged. He strode up to Yang Guo and said coldly, "I've long heard that Brother Yang is a renowned expert among the Han Chinese martial world. But Han Chinese have always been weak—how much substance there is behind that title of expert, no one can say... I am Pucha Shijie. I would like to witness Brother Yang's skills and see whether your reputation is undeserved!"

Yang Guo gave him an indifferent glance, with no intention of accepting the challenge. "It was an empty reputation to begin with. How can it be undeserved? There is no need to fight. I am no match for you."

Hearing him openly admit defeat, Pucha Shijie felt no joy at all. He could tell from Yang Guo's words that he was not truly conceding; he simply did not wish to fight him.

"Whether you can beat me or not, we'll only know after we fight." Pucha Shijie showed no courtesy and threw a punch at him.

Yang Guo's heart tightened. Before that punch even reached him, the violent gust from it had already forced everyone nearby to retreat. Quite a few could not even keep their eyes open. Pucha Shijie's eyes were bloodshot, clearly showing that he was striking in anger. Yang Guo did not dare gamble on