Wu Yuan immediately chimed in. "Brother Wang, I just saw your extraordinary display. You knocked out Zhe Wulei with a single punch. Truly remarkable. No need for such modesty."
Seeing Kun Yaoyang and the others take the lead, the surrounding guests immediately followed suit, all chiming in until the scene grew incredibly boisterous.
Fatty Bai wanted to interject but found he'd already been pushed to the edge of the crowd. These people were treating him, the host, as if he were a servant.
Zhan Yingluo walked over as well. "Wang Meng, there's no need to be modest. Everyone's waiting. Show them the prowess of our Haojing."
Wang Meng stood up. "Since everyone is so interested, let's have a little spar."
"Fine," Mo Chengkong said. "Let's go to the courtyard. This place is too small. There's not enough room to go all out."
"Heh, isn't this just a friendly match? I don't think there's any need to make a big production out of it. Right here is fine," Wang Meng said with a smile.
