When Yang Li was about to decline, Amon said, "If you can win against him, I will spar with you."
"… If I win against him. We will fight for real in the arena," Yang Li said.
"Very well," Amon replied.
"All right. Let's do this then," Yang Li readied her stance.
Xin Wuming took his position. Amon moved back and served as the referee.
"Begin," Amon said.
The two lunged upon the signal. Xin Wuming's punch clashed with Yang Li's palm. The collision resulted in a large sound. The two rebounded. Both were equal in strength. In this one and a half year, Yang Li had caught up to Xin Wuming's cultivation level. She was at the Peak Strength Stage.
The others in the room looked at the two, including the tutor in charge of the room. Sparring was common for the students using this place. Sparring was not a real fight. If the students wanted to fight for real, they went to the arena. However, the sound from the collision just now didn't show this was a regular spar.
