Then, someone immediately sidled up to Lu Yuan and said,
"Young Master Nephew, please don't. This kid's skills are no joke."
Lu Yuan, however, waved a dismissive hand.
"It's nothing. My skills are even more impressive."
This struck the onlookers as a bit odd. Wasn't their Young Master Nephew a scholar?
'He's trained in martial arts, too?'
As Lu Yuan was speaking with the people beside him,
Gu Gaoxu stood his ground, hands on his hips, and shot Lu Yuan a snide look.
"Well, well. Don't tell me you're getting scared.
We're all men here. Don't chicken out now, heh."
Lu Yuan looked at Gu Gaoxu, an amused smile on his face.
"Don't bother with the cheap taunts.
Let me ask you, what happens if you can't even beat me in a one-on-one duel?"
Seeing Lu Yuan's confidence, Gu Gaoxu gave him a thorough look-over.
'Hmm...'
'Not tall, and not stout.'
'His wrists are so slender.'
'And his hands are so soft and delicate.'
'He doesn't look like a martial artist at all.'
