The bald man's mocking words immediately stirred dissatisfaction among many people in the training hall. Liang Jing was just about to step forward and say something when Shi Feng raised a hand to stop her.
Shi Feng knew this bald man. His name was Gan Xingteng, a senior student of the White Tiger Martial Arts School. He was very strong—even stronger than Chen Wu—and frequently competed in various fighting tournaments, where he had gained quite a reputation. That was why he had the confidence to sweep through every training hall in Jinhai City.
"What, too scared?" Gan Xingteng sneered.
To him, Shi Feng's slightly pale face was clearly caused by fear, further convincing him that Shi Feng did not dare to spar with him.
"It's not that I can't spar with you. But if just anyone can come to the training hall and challenge me, I'd be busy to death," Shi Feng said softly as he looked at the bald man.
"The chief instructor of the great Big Dipper Training Hall can only make excuses like this? Aren't you afraid that other people in the profession will laugh at you when word gets out, Instructor Shi?" Gan Xingteng smiled, showing no anger at all as he pressed the issue.
He had originally thought that Shi Feng, this rumored expert, was truly formidable. Now, however, he seemed to be nothing but a fraud. Rumors really could not be trusted.
"Looks like Big Dipper Training Hall is nothing special after all. If you don't even dare to spar, why keep running a training hall? You might as well turn it into a dance class."
"If you don't dare to spar with Senior Brother Gan, then challenge me. We're about the same age. Do you dare?"
Although Gan Xingteng was not angry, the