Zhao Rui glanced at Zhang Kui and, under the other's astonished gaze, stepped back onto the platform.
"Senior Sister, please instruct me!"
"Don't you worry, Junior Brother. I guarantee I'll make it look good!"
"..."
'Does she have a quota to meet or something?'
Enough talk. Time to let their fists and feet decide.
On the platform, another duel between Yong Chun Boxing and Prajna Palm naturally unfolded.
Although Zhao Rui's Level was lower than hers, his strengths lay in his diverse repertoire of Cultivation Techniques and his abundant Inner Strength. While he was still outmatched, the gap wasn't large.
It wasn't a fight to the death, so the exchange was naturally a series of back-and-forth blows.
'Prajna Palm progress: twenty-five percent!'
When the whistle blew, Zhao Rui's progress in copying the Prajna Palm stopped at twenty-five percent.
"Li Xinran, you've improved..."
