Qin Siyang nodded. "Yeah."
Rong Xin's gaze sharpened, and the muscles beneath his Armor rapidly swelled. In an instant, he looked like a mighty strongman.
"Qin Siyang, are you ready?"
At the sight, Qin Siyang stopped with his hand still in his pocket, where he had been about to take out some candy. "Senior Rong, don't tell me you're a strength-type Sequence Ability User?"
Hearing an implication behind the question, Rong Xin frowned and asked, "Qin Siyang, do you think strength-type Sequence Ability Users are weak?"
"No, I was just asking."
"My sequence ability does primarily focus on strength. But I want to point out that plenty of people with strength-type sequence abilities are extremely powerful. Increased strength reflects increased physical resilience. It's certainly not something to underestimate."
Qin Siyang nodded. "I know all that. No martial art is inherently superior or inferior; it's the practitioner who determines its strength. I'm not looking down on strength-type Sequence Ability Users. It's just unfortunate that I'm particularly good at countering them. I'm afraid winning wouldn't be much to be proud of."
Rong Xin didn't mind. "If you can win, that's real ability. What's there to be ashamed of?"
"Senior Rong, what you said does make sense."
Qin Siyang silently activated [Violence] and told Rong Xin, "I'm ready too."
At that, Rong Xin immediately sprang into the air and attacked Qin Siyang.
Rong Xin hurtled toward Qin Siyang like a cannonball, his fist cleaving through the air with a low, rumbling vibration.
With a quick glance, Qin Siyang judged that while Rong Xin's strength and speed were both impressive, they weren't quite enough to beat him.
He let go of the candy in his hand, instantly marshaling every muscle in his body and concentrating his strength in his fists to meet Rong Xin's