In the middle of the crowd lay a broad open space. These people had seen plenty of challenges and martial contests, and the space they had left was just right. Too large, and one could not see clearly; too small, and it was easy to get hurt oneself. Its present size must have been the best result bought with many lessons of blood and tears.
Yu Deyi had already made his preparations in the clearing. He was smugly greeting acquaintances as he waited for Zhang Xiaohu. The moment he saw Zhang Xiaohu squeeze through the crowd, his smile vanished and his expression turned serious.
Zhang Xiaohu looked around and said to Zhang Xiaohua, "Xiaohua, stand a little farther away. This is different from a fist technique match. I may not be able to watch out for you, and you could get caught in it by mistake."
Zhang Xiaohua said with a smile, "All right, Second Brother. I'll stand with them."
With that, he pointed at Shangguan Yun and Yu Lun nearby, pulled Li Jinfeng along, and joined them at the side.
Yu Deyi and Zhang Xiaohu exchanged a look, cupped their fists at the same time, and said, "Please."
Then, the two of them assumed the same opening stance at once.
Zhang Xiaohua had practiced [***] Fist before, though he regrettably remembered only a few moves. He recognized this familiar opening stance, and a thought stirred in his heart. Could it be that Yu Deyi meant to use [***] Fist against Zhang Xiaohu's [***] Fist?
Once they began exchanging blows, Zhang Xiaohua realized he had guessed correctly. Proud and arrogant as Yu Deyi was, he truly could not stand hearing others call Zhang Xiaohu a genius. He had deliberately chosen [***] Fist to face Zhang Xiaohu's [***] Fist. Thus, one