Wu Li turned his head to look at Charles, his tone indifferent, "Disagree?"
Charles sneered, "The so-called Hua Country's Kung Fu that you speak of—I've seen plenty before, and it certainly isn't deserving of my respect."
Wu Li nodded, "Then let's do this."
The translator gave Wu Li a glance and asked quietly, "Does that mean you want to challenge him?"
Wu Li shook his head, "No, I mean to beat him up."
The translator understood and turned to Charles, "If you disagree, then let's have a fight."
There was some unrest in the crowd, Wu Li and Charles had had a grudge since the first day of the tryouts, and they had come to blows before but had been stopped. Was this now going to be a final showdown before the end?
Charles, of course, would not back down. He stepped forward and stared directly at Wu Li, "Good, I've been wanting to beat you up for a while."
"No way!" Danny shouted loudly from the side.
