Li Qingxue approached with elegant steps.
The surrounding crowd instantly scattered, clearing a large area.
Li Qingxue's gaze fell on Zhao Tianxing. In a clear voice, she said, "You, go draw a two-zhang square."
"Alright!" Zhao Tianxing grinned, picked up a dry twig, and drew a two-zhang square on the spot.
Everyone except the short young man and Chu Fan stepped outside the square.
Her robes fluttering, Li Qingxue stood at the edge of the square and said, "The winner is the one who knocks their opponent to the ground so they can't get up, or forces them out of this square."
Her words were simple and to the point, yet carried an air of authority.
She was also curious. Chu Fan had only been training with her second uncle for twenty days, while Jiang Yuanfan had been practicing his fist techniques for over three months. She wondered just how many moves Chu Fan could withstand.
The eyes of the group that had surrounded Chu Fan earlier lit up with excitement.
