Yang Fei chuckled.
From listening to Wang Jie speak, he knew this martial arts master was naive and straightforward, a genuine martial arts fanatic.
However, the more such a person is, the purer their heart, and the more formidable their martial arts.
Wang Jian felt quite awkward and cupped his fists to salute Yang Fei.
"My brother isn't very good with words, but our Roaming Bagua Palm has always been paired with two people."
"If Mr. Yang finds fighting two unfair, you can ask someone to assist. My brother and I wouldn't mind."
As he said this, Wang Jie snorted disdainfully behind him.
"Brother, you got it wrong. Mr. Yang Fei is the Martial Alliance Leader."
"If he needs someone to assist in such a small scene, wouldn't he be losing face?"
When Wang Jie spoke, many martial artists burst into laughter.
Though Wang Jie seemed dim-witted, he inadvertently used a provocation technique, leaving Yang Fei with no way out.
