"Knowing you can't win, yet still fighting, is reckless."
"Knowing you shouldn't get close, yet not letting go, is foolish."
"You..."
"As long as the venue allows, choose any method you're good at for a duel." Shen Mosheng coldly suggested, not insisting on starting the fight himself.
Fu Yingjun was somewhat irritated, "Are you sick? Why must I duel you anyway?"
With his hands clasped behind his back, Shen Mosheng, standing tall, confidently said, "I'll make you back off with my strength."
Fu Yingjun: ...
"If you don't choose a method, I will assume you agree to a fistfight. If you don't make a move, I will attack first."
"Fine, it seems I can't avoid a fight today. Let's do it. I, Fu Yingjun, am not afraid of anyone!"
Already full of pent-up frustration, Fu Yingjun became even more irritated by Shen Mosheng, throwing a punch straight at his face.
Shen Mosheng nimbly dodged, grabbed his fist, and forcefully pushed it back, making it smash straight into his own face.