"You talk too much." Xu Ke looked at the man with an indescribable sneer.
"Hmph, refusing a toast only to drink a forfeit." The man, provoked by Xu Ke's expression, didn't hesitate and swung his fist at Xu Ke. His fist, as big as a pot, aimed straight for Xu Ke's nose, but before the grin on his face could fully blossom, his fist was caught by a well-defined hand, unable to advance an inch.
"Is that all the strength you have?" Xu Ke glanced at the stunned expression on the man's face, his mouth slightly curving up, and the disdain in his eyes almost bursting out.
"Don't get cocky. I was just testing your reflexes. I haven't even used my strength yet. Once I do, you're as good as dead." The man, with a stiff face, refused to admit his incompetence and stubbornly insisted.
