Quan Dean and the others saw that something was happening in the distance and started to approach, but Qiqi stopped them with a look. She smiled at Hu Xiaotian. "Let's fight, then. Are you afraid of him?"
Hu Xiaotian smiled at Zhu Dali. "Shall we have a literary duel or a martial duel?"
Zhu Dali's eyes rolled. The memory of being tricked by Hu Xiaotian last time was still fresh, and the thought made his teeth itch with hatred. "A literary duel! But this time, I get to punch you three times first."
Hu Xiaotian said, "Fine!"
Zhu Dali had not expected Hu Xiaotian to agree so readily. He froze, wondering, What trick is this brat playing now?
Qiqi could not make sense of Hu Xiaotian's intentions either. Looking at Zhu Dali's fists, each the size of a vinegar bowl, and his height and weight, both far beyond Hu Xiaotian's, she thought three punches would surely knock Hu Xiaotian flat. He was usually full of schemes-why was he acting so foolish today? She could not help warning him, "Have you gone mad? Are you really going to stand there like an idiot and let him punch you three times?"
Hu Xiaotian smiled. "I went first last time, so naturally it's this brother's turn. But we need to settle something beforehand. What happens if I win?"
Zhu Dali chuckled. "Impossible!" He was quite confident in himself.
Hu Xiaotian said, "What if I do?"
"There's no such 'what if.' If you beat me, I'll call you Master every time I see you from now on! But if you lose, you'll have to call me that too!" Zhu Dali declared confidently.
Hu Xiaotian nodded. "All right. I won't take advantage of you, either. You can punch me three times first." He walked to