Ling Feng's sneer carried through the air. "Zhao, I thought you had some skill, but you couldn't even dodge a single punch. What a piece of trash!"
"Is that so?" Zhao Dong's voice drifted over lazily.
Then, with just a slight tilt of his body, Zhao Dong sidestepped the attack as Ling Feng's fist skimmed past his face. Having put too much force into the blow, Ling Feng lost his balance and stumbled, nearly falling to the ground.
"Are you fucking with me?" Ling Feng steadied himself and spun around, his anger boiling over.
Zhao Dong sneered, "You're no match for me. I could let you have the first three moves."
"But if you push your luck, don't blame me for not holding back!"
Enraged and humiliated, Ling Feng retorted, "You worthless trash, still pretending to be tough? You don't know what's good for you!"
