Zhao Luo noticed that there was a change in Tang Chan's expression as he heard Zhao Luo's question.

'What will your answer be?'

Even though Zhao Luo's suspicion grew but he didn't completely believe Tang Chan's words.

"Why would I tell you that?"

Contrary to what Zhao Luo was thinking, Tang Chan, shook his head as he pointed his fist at Zhao Luo.

"Figure it out on your own."

"Ahhh."

Tang Chan continued as he speedily made his way towards Zhao Luo.

"So that's how it's going to be."

Zhao Luo lowered his body while watching the advancement of Tang Chan towards him and got ready to counter Tang Chan's offense.

'He will come for my chest again.'

Even though the movement technique of Tang Chan was good but Zhao Luo's eyes were more focused on Tang Chan's shoulder.

'That's the basic rule. If I can keep my eyes on his shoulder, I will know where his fists will land.'

Zhao Luo mumbled as he squinted his eyes while raising his ankle.

It wasn't a basic rule, it was just basic for Zhao Luo who had already used his fist more than millions of times.

Thus he already knew the part of his body that could be said to be the starting motion of each and every one of his fist attacks.

His Shoulder!

Zhao Luo with his eyes on Tang Chan's shoulder looked like a cheetah, who was ready to jump on his prey.

The prey being, Tang Chan, who was claiming to be Tang Zi himself.

The moment Tang Chan closed in on Zhao Luo, that is, Zhao Luo, being in the range of his arm, Tang Chan threw a left fist at Zhao Luo.

'Whoosh.'

Tang Chan's bloody left fist was coming at Zhao Luo's chest just like how he had predicted.

Zhao Luo easily recognized the fist since it was a bullet fist which was in the line between the two planes, explosive and calming.

'Mini Walk'

Zhao Luo vanished from his spot while completely dodging Tang Chan's bullet fist and appearing on his left side.

Tang Chan whose left arm was completely in motion, had no way to bring it back so suddenly to protect himself from Zhao Luo who was standing on his left.

Zhao Luo's body was still lowered while his right hand was clutched into the shape of a fist as it advanced towards Tang Chan.

Zhao Luo glared at Tang Chan and threw his fist at his sides.

'Explosive fist.'

The fist landed perfectly on Tang Chan.

Or that is how Zhao Luo had thought.

"Is that the best you can do?"

Tang Chan muttered in a cold voice while his right hand was grabbing Zhao Luo's right fist.

Zhao Luo used his feet to push himself backward as he made some space between himself and Tang Chan.

Zhao Luo looked at Tang Chan and slowly opened his mouth as though he felt reluctant to what he was going to say.

"Yes, that's the best I can do against someone who is fighting while holding back."

Zhao Luo said to Tang Chan just to see a barely visible smile appear on his face.

'As I thought.'

Zhao Luo wondered since Tang Chan had easily blocked his explosive fist which was followed by his mini walk.

Mini Walk which was the 'meter version' of his Half walk and it was almost impossible to follow Zhao Luo's movement, at least for the outer disciples yet,

'He easily blocked it.'

Zhao Luo thought as he looked at his right fist which was throbbing intensely.

The technique used by Tang Chan was something that Zhao Luo had yet to see from anyone else so he was quite interested.

Zhao Luo looked at Tang Chan with eyes that were shouting the piqued interest that Zhao Luo had towards Tang Chan's technique.

"I wanted to see your fist of yin and yang but it looks like you are saving it for later."

Tang Chan replied to Zhao Luo thus also indirectly telling him on why he was holding back.

"Well, I have already tested you enough."

Tang Chan said to Zhao Luo while turning around towards the elder on the podium.

"I would like to forfeit."

Tang Chan said while showing his bloodied hands to the elder.

His palms and the fingers were all red with his blood but the expression on Tang Chan's face showed no hint of pain at all.

The elder was confused yet he had to follow as the disciple Tang Chan had said.

[ Zhao Luo wins the match as Tang Chan has forfeited the fight. ]

The elder announced the result as Tang Chan could be seen leaving the stage.

"We shall meet again."

Tang Chan said to Zhao Luo without looking at him.

"We will."

Zhao Luo replied hurriedly as he really couldn't wait for that to happen.

As Tang Chan was still walking off the stage, the crowd was busy cheering for Zhao Luo, even though the fight was short, it made them very excited.

The excitement of these spectating disciples was over the roof, even more, when Zhao Luo won the battle.

It was because Zhao Luo's first expression was just that deeply etched in their minds.

Since his entry had been nothing less than that of a prince saving his princess in distress, continuing with the face bashing of a rude senior, to this.

The crowd was focused on Zhao Luo while he was focused on Tang Chan.

'Hmmm.'

"Who is he? Is he really Tang Zi or maybe some descendant of his?"

Zhao Luo wondered while looking at Tang Chan's back.

His later thought made more sense as the first one was very hard to believe.

'If he is Tang Zi, then did he eat some legendary shit or something to get younger? Or did he get reincarnated as Tang Chan?'

Zhao Luo felt like his mind would explode as different ideas about Tang Chan's origin kept on flowing inside his mind as if a dam had been opened.

Obviously, Tang Zi was an old man in Zhao Luo's mind since it took him 83 years just to master the bullet fist, and even if Tang Zi started at 10 years of age, "which was next to impossible", he would still be a 93-year-old man so that's why Zhao Luo thought about the legendary shit.

From shit, he meant some kind of flower, fruit, or pill, which could induce miraculous changes to the body like returning once youth back to the owner.

Shaking his head, Zhao Luo stopped himself from thinking any more about Tang Chan's origin.

"I will find out later."

Zhao Luo mumbled as his current objective was to take down someone.

"Will you stop here? OR..."

The elder asked while looking at Zhao Luo who already had a smirk on his face and his eyes were already fixated on someone else.