Tang Yueshan quietly assessed Xuanping's ability in his mind. To tell the truth, he hadn't really crossed hands with Xuanping many times, and even if he had, it was something that happened twenty years ago.
Xuanping's martial arts skills were slightly superior to his, but Xuanping had suffered a waist injury and it was rumored that he had not fully recovered even now, experiencing vague pain every time it rained.
If it were a match in terms of martial arts, he was confident that he could beat Xuanping.
Could it be a test of wits?
In that way, Xuanping would be even less of a match for him.
Although Tang Yueshan wasn't much of a scholar, in comparison to Xuanping who was a little hooligan with no scholarly ambitions, he was indeed superior.
Xuanping groaned and said with some reluctance, "Lord Tang, you should know about my injury. Is it possible for me to find a proxy?"