A quarter past the Hour of the Dragon.
Jiang Ning opened the martial arts school's gates.
The disciples filed in at once.
"Greetings, Senior Brother Jiang!"
"Greetings, Senior Brother Jiang!"
"Greetings, Senior Brother Jiang!"
"..."
The disciples greeted Jiang Ning one after another, respect plain on their faces.
"Junior Brother Jiang!"
Xiao Peng appeared before Jiang Ning and spoke slowly.
His gaze was sharp as he looked at Jiang Ning.
"Senior Brother Xiao!" Jiang Ning smiled.
Xiao Peng said, "I heard Master Wang formally accepted you as his personal disciple the day before yesterday?"
Jiang Ning nodded slightly. "Yes!"
Xiao Peng's eyes burned as he looked at him. "Junior Brother Jiang, how about a spar?"
"No need." Jiang Ning shook his head. "I still have to go home."
"Don't tell me you're afraid, Junior Brother Jiang!" Xiao Peng called after him, trying to goad him.
Jiang Ning smiled. He knew that if he kept refusing, Xiao Peng would not give up.
He held out his hand. "Senior Brother Xiao, we're fellow disciples, and we both study the Five Animals Fist. A handshake will do!"
Xiao Peng met Jiang Ning's eyes, then said, "Fine!"
He held out his right hand too.
The next instant.
Their right hands clasped.
Xiao Peng immediately applied pressure.
Even with thirty percent of his strength crushing Jiang Ning's hand, it felt like mud sinking into the sea, raising not a single ripple.
Surprise flashed in Xiao Peng's eyes.
Then Jiang Ning's right hand slowly began to tighten.
Xiao Peng frowned, his brows drawing closer and closer together.
As Jiang Ning's hand gradually closed around his, he felt the pressure steadily mounting.
Within a few breaths.
Fine sweat beaded on Xiao Peng's forehead, and the hand clasped with Jiang Ning's trembled faintly inside his sleeve.
Just then,