Ye Yunkai wore a strange expression.
First came shock and disbelief, then shame, and finally, strangely enough, relief.
"Old Ye, you know your limits now, right?" Chen Zhang laughed as he helped Ye Yunkai to his feet.
He alone was no match for Zhang Yang, so naturally, he was glad to see more people lose to Zhang Yang. The more that happened, the clearer it proved one thing: it wasn't that he was weak—it was that the other man was too strong.
"I'm convinced, I'm convinced. That girl Lu Yao really didn't know her place, daring to compete with President Zhang." His old face reddened.
Zhang Yang smiled, but a thought suddenly flashed through his mind.
He couldn't waste the [Copy Martial Arts] buff the system had given him. During its limited duration, he had to learn the strengths of as many martial arts schools as possible. Otherwise, wouldn't this buff have come for nothing?
"Hall Master Ye, I suddenly had an idea," Zhang Yang said.
"President Zhang, just say the word," Ye Yunkai replied without hesitation.
"Well... if I wanted to visit all the well-known martial arts halls in Tianjin and exchange pointers with them like we did today, that shouldn't be a problem, right?" Zhang Yang phrased it rather tactfully.
This so-called exchange was, naturally, no different from challenging martial arts halls.
Although modern society no longer had any real martial arts world, and most martial arts halls were essentially training institutions open for business, showing up to challenge a hall... ah, no, showing up to exchange pointers still carried something of a troublemaking implication.
Zhang Yang himself didn't care, of course. But Ye Yunkai had once been president of the Tianjin Martial Arts Association. It was still necessary to give him a heads-up.
"This..." Ye Yunkai froze.