Zhan Xue glared at Ye Feng: "Nine Levels of Battle Fist, even my father, the Clan Leader of the Zhan Clan, took a thousand years to master it. Our lineage from War God Mountain, the most talented people took hundreds of years to learn the Nine Levels of Battle Fist. You, a fool who couldn't even leave a mark on the War God Platform in three days, wanting to learn the Nine Levels of Battle Fist, is simply a joke!"
However, Ye Feng was too lazy to explain further: "I said one month, then it's one month, hurry up and leave, don't disturb me!"
"Arrogant!" Zhan Xue was furious. If Ye Feng weren't Xuan's adoptive father and held the freedom of the Zhan People, Zhan Xue would have already rushed up to harshly teach Ye Feng a lesson, or even killed him outright.
Zhan Xue looked at Ye Feng: "Ye Feng, since you say you can learn the Nine Levels of Battle Fist in a month, why don't we make a bet? If you win, I'll give you this Dragon Rock Fruit, how about it?"
