In his eyes, Jing Shun was nothing more than a spoiled rich kid, only knowing how to indulge in eating, drinking, and playing—never having enough of food, yet utterly useless at everything else.
As for a competition? He was confident he could crush Jing Shun with just one hand!
Jian Shichu smiled faintly, "Brother Qiu San, go ahead, what do you propose we compete in?"
Qiu Lingzhi said, "We're men—we can't possibly compete in things like music, chess, calligraphy, or painting. How about this: a martial arts duel? Let him fight me. I don't care what methods he uses; as long as he can beat me, I'll admit he's worthy of my sister!"
Right now, Qiu Lingzhi had made up his mind. No competing in anything else—he was determined to have a martial arts duel with Jing Shun!
And during the duel, he planned to kick Jing Shun a few extra times, giving that toad coveting his family's swan a good thrashing!
