"You defeated Hao Lie the brute the day before yesterday."
Bai Xiao's gaze remained calm, his emotions showing not the slightest ripple.
"I simply had an itch to challenge someone, and Hao Lie just happened to step up. It would have been the same had it been you or Ghost Mask. Don't say anything about having a favorable impression of me; in the arena, there are only fists..."
"Hahaha."
Liu Xinzong burst into loud laughter, his gaze suddenly becoming intense: "Good!"
He instantly assumed a combat stance from the He Xian Martial Arts Hall, one leg standing straight as a pillar and the other lifted at an angle, vaguely forming a stable triangle. His arms naturally hung down, both looking like flexible wings, slowly closing in but ready to spread open and soar at any moment. Liu Xinzong's head hung low, watching Bai Xiao with just his left eye.
This was clearly an imitation movement akin to a white crane alighting.
Once executed, it meant Liu Xinzong was about to get serious.
