Hu Yu walked away arrogantly as he laughed loudly. He returned to his part of the field to continue with his training.
Zheng Xia looked at Yang Baoshu who was aching all over and then shook his head. "So, was that supposed to be the true essence of the Agile Monkey Fist?"
Zheng Xia passed him a bandage to press against his bleeding forehead.
Yang Baoshu tilted his head upward to stop his nosebleed. He growled angrily. "I haven't mastered it yet, but the technique is there. Didn't you see how many of his strikes I initially blocked?"
Zheng Xia sighed. "It didn't look very impressive from where I stood. It really didn't look very effective."
"I'll continue training; I'll practice and take my revenge next time!" Yang Baoshu snapped.
Zheng Xia sighed at his friend's determination. "Where did you learn about this true essence anyway?" He asked.
"An expert taught me." Yang Baoshu replied.
Zheng Xia chuckled.