The youth with the braids, Jiang Yuan, sneered dismissively, glancing around.
"Just barely okay, say it, where do we fight."
"Let me be clear, if people get hurt or things get broken, you can't blame me."
Once again suppressing his anger, Xu Li signaled the other party to walk to the first floor's fighting stage.
It was originally a sparring ground for some sandboxing students, ten meters long and wide on both sides, occupying a considerable area.
Immediately after, the two walked over.
Tap tap tap tap tap tap tap!
The sound of hurried footsteps rose from the second floor of the Martial Arts Hall.
One after another, core students were brought out in single file by their respective coaches.
Tens to nearly a hundred people, either standing at the handrails of the second floor corridor or coming directly down to the first floor, were gathered on both sides of the spacious area.
Six coaches stood in the front row, each with a different expression.
