Qin Ya had never been one to shy away from trouble, especially when it could be settled with Martial Power. He took a step forward, looking down on his opponent. "I... will grant you a defeat!"
The moment he spoke, Ziming Fei gave a cold smile and cracked his knuckles, producing a series of sharp POPS. "Heh, I wonder how many of my punches you can take."
At some point, the Pavilion Master of Tingchao Pavilion—the alluring woman—had come over. Seeing the two men at each other's throats, she immediately walked up to them.
"Young sirs, why the anger?" Lady Roumei giggled charmingly. "This is Tingchao Pavilion. Fighting and killing in front of all these ladies is rather ungentlemanly, don't you think?"
"Hmph, it's not your place to speak."
