Zhang Li couldn't help but cast a sideways glance at him.
"Do you think you've gone beyond the Great Mastery of Boxing? Is your physique at that level? You're thinking so much without even having explored your own physical limits? You haven't even learned to crawl, and you're already thinking about how to run."
Lu Ren shrugged his shoulders and didn't ask much further, after all, the image of fighting while dragging on was indeed a bit unsettling for him, and the Highly Concentrated Nutrient Pills were indeed a great aid for martial arts practice, not inferior to some rare medicines.
Pfft.
Sitting down with Zhang Suyi at a table, they were indulging in their meal when a somewhat cold voice reached his ears.
"Are you the descendant of the minor fist genre, the Phoenix Falcon Fist?"
Lu Ren looked up at the voice and saw a tall young man standing in front of him.
