Qin Hao slightly shook his head. Lin Yuhan's movements were precise, but unfortunately, her strength and Inner Strength were insufficient. To him, it was just flashy boxing techniques.
However, to not dampen the other's enthusiasm, he pretended to fail and exposed his chest on purpose.
Bang!
This palm struck, and Qin Hao retreated three steps before stabilizing, his face pale as he said, "That's really impressive!"
Lin Yuhan rolled her eyes. Of course, she knew the other was letting her win.
At that moment, a voice sounded nearby.
"Hey, there are martial artists in the park? But from the looks of it, it's just fancy moves..."
Lin Yuhan and Qin Hao simultaneously glanced over.
Not far away, there stood an old man and a young man.
The speaker was a young man, wearing a white Taoist robe, his face full of mockery.
Qin Hao said nothing, but Lin Yuhan was unable to hold back, "Who are you calling fancy moves?"
