"I've long heard Young Master Ling's skills are extraordinary. I've been wanting to spar with you myself." A wicked smile flickered at the corners of Jia Luo's lips.
Ling Chuan raised his hand again, wanting to fire.
But Jia Luo was way too close.
Using a gun would actually put him at a disadvantage!
Ling Chuan holstered the gun and shot out a kick.
Jia Luo raised both palms to block.
He'd always thought no one could match his skills, and he'd never taken Ling Chuan's abilities seriously.
Some spoiled young master—no matter how "good" his skills are, they're just bragging!
He hadn't expected that one kick from Ling Chuan would force him to stagger back again and again, almost losing his balance.
"Young Master Ling's skills really are pretty good." Jia Luo brushed off his sleeve and narrowed his eyes with a smile.
