Jin Zaiyin suddenly knelt down with a clatter, bowing his head and muttering, "Yes... yes!"
The longer he associated with Banquan Longma, the more Jin Zaiyin realized how capricious this person was.
One moment he could be speaking gently and laughing with you, and the next moment he might draw his sword and cut you down.
Banquan Longma asked Li Zheng, "Mr. Li has been showing his Divine Power these days, even Kitajo Akemi fell at your hands. I suppose Mr. Li also has some research on Body Techniques."
"Whether Jin Zaiyin is worthy of the world championship in Sanda, please, Mr. Li, do not hesitate to enlighten us."
On the surface, these words were spoken very appropriately.
But to Li Zheng, they sounded slightly harsh.
It was as if, in Banquan Longma's eyes, Li Zheng and Jin Zaiyin were on the same level, only fit to spar with each other.
There was a sense of condescension.
And yet, when he spoke, his tone was very respectful, leaving Li Zheng no reason to lash out at him.
