"Let's settle this with our fists!"
Du Zilong was out of patience. He had stormed over with his men, full of aggression. Not only had he failed to gain any advantage, but now he was expected to compensate Su Xuan with a large sum of money? This was an outcome he could never accept.
"Any rules?" Su Xuan asked.
"No particular rules!" Du Zilong rolled up his sleeves, revealing the bulging muscles on his arms. He took two steps toward Su Xuan and declared, "Whoever wins gets to call the shots. The loser must obey the winner completely!"
"So, this is settling things the martial world way?" Su Xuan chuckled, then said, "Alright. I'll have a bout with you."
Ever since he perfected his Ruyi Tai Chi, he hadn't found a worthy opponent. He'd considered testing his skills on Zhao and Wei of the Five Poisons Sect, but they had little martial prowess, relying mostly on poison. Understandably, his interest had waned. A match with Du's Tai Chi, however, was a fitting one.
