"Has this kid lost his mind?"
"Exactly. Besides Young Master Yin, who would dare claim they could beat Zhang Yu?"
"Hehe, don't say that. You never know, he might be one of those legendary Martial Arts masters!"
"Right, like in those Dragon Country movies! The kind of expert who can injure people just by breathing out!"
"Hahahaha!"
The crowd erupted in laughter, obviously mocking Yang Qi.
The girls following Ye Qianqian also lowered their heads, their faces flushed with embarrassment. Just moments ago, they had thought Yang Qi was decent—handsome and generous. But this was just too much bragging.
Zhang Yu beckoned to Yang Qi with a crooked finger. "Come at me, kid!"
He struck a cool pose and deliberately threw a flying kick. The force behind it made the surrounding crowd cheer. Zhang Yu's intention was to intimidate Yang Qi while also showing off his Taekwondo skills to Ye Qianqian.
