Gu Yuantao looked down at the cut on his sleeve, his already stern expression becoming even colder. He kept his head lowered, saying nothing, seemingly recalling the battle just now.
Chen Ming turned to Zhou Weihao, "Brother Zhou, does Chen have the qualifications to duel with you?"
Zhou Weihao replied indifferently, "You just fought my cousin, I don't want to take advantage of you. Let's have a duel next time."
"Very well."
Chen Ming knew such things couldn't be forced.
In this world, most people place too much importance on victory and defeat, worrying excessively. Forcing such a person to spar will only breed hatred, which is unnecessary.
He sought individuals like Gu Yuantao, martial artists who hoped to hone themselves through actual combat and improve their skills. Such individuals often became regular sparring partners.
"Farewell."
After a while, Gu Yuantao finally snapped out of his contemplation and left with his men.
