Su Jingyao's Proposal

"Really?"

Sun Jingfan froze, then asked uncertainly.

He had already been ready to admit defeat.

He had just smashed an arena. If his mother were still around, she would definitely scold him and forbid him from breaking anything else.

"Of course!" Zhang Ping said with a smile.

He beckoned to Sun Jingfan. "Come on. Give me everything you've got and beat me!"

"Oh, okay! Here I come!" Sun Jingfan nodded guilelessly, then shut his eyes again and charged at Zhang Ping with a roar.

This time, Zhang Ping did not dodge. He anchored himself with Psychokinesis and raised one hand. The instant Sun Jingfan slammed into him, he caught the boy by the arm.

Smack!

A tremendous crack rang out.

Sun Jingfan felt as though he had crashed into a stone bollard reinforced by a superpower.

He had once run too fast and hit one. Though he had smashed the bollard apart, he had hurt for ages afterward.

This felt very much the same.

It hurt.

But this time, he could hold back his tears.

He opened his eyes in confusion, then stared in surprise at Zhang Ping standing before him.

"You're pretty strong. Want another go?" Zhang Ping asked with a smile, withdrawing his hand.

Sun Jingfan looked at his reddened arm and asked hesitantly, "Will you block me like that again, Brother Zhang Ping?"

"Of course. We're sparring. I can't let you roll out of the arena every time," Zhang Ping said.

Sun Jingfan shook his head. "Then forget it. I'm done."

He would rather crash into the arena than into Zhang Ping. Zhang Ping's body was too hard—even harder than that stone bollard.

"Sure you don't want another go?" Zhang Ping asked, smiling broadly.

Sun Jingfan hurriedly shook his head. He might be slow, but he was