"Kid, I couldn't see who was pretending to be a ghost, so I had to hit you both. Blame the person who played ghost," Brother Yong grinned at Qiao Xiaoyi, looking as if he expected you to accept your bad luck.
But Qiao Xiaoyi replied very honestly, "Classmate, I just started practicing too, so if I accidentally hurt you due to poor control, I sincerely apologize."
"What nonsense are you babbling? Take a punch from me first!" Brother Yong couldn't understand what Qiao Xiaoyi was saying and had no patience to figure it out, so he swung a punch toward Qiao Xiaoyi's jaw.
Qiao Xiaoyi remembered Lin Tian's teaching not to confront head-on—besides, he guessed he couldn't match up anyway. However, when it came to reaction speed, Brother Yong was far inferior to him.
He quickly dodged to the side, swiftly formed a fist, protruded the knuckle of his middle finger, and suddenly punched, landing directly under Brother Yong's ribs.
