Xu Xiangbei sat down in the chair next to Ouyang Yufei, picked up a teacup, poured himself some tea, looking every bit the master of the house.
The disciples saw their master lose the boxing gym, and started taking off their training clothes, planning to leave the gym.
Xu Xiangbei smiled and said to Ouyang Yufei, "Actually, your fist technique against Iron Gall wasn't bad, but you focused too much on power, which made the Dragon Tiger Fist lose its essence. This set of punches has more power when practiced by women than men."
A disciple, displeased with Xu Xiangbei's critique of the Dragon Tiger Divine Fist, said, "What do you know? This is something handed down from our ancestors, how could it lose its essence?"
But Ouyang Yufei wasn't angry, instead, he stared wide-eyed at Xu Xiangbei in surprise.
