C63 Repeated Defeats of Strong Enemies

Zhang Hu maintained his combat stance, gasping for air as he stared at Xia Yi, who stood before him with a faint smile. His thoughts were in disarray; he couldn't fathom why he couldn't land a single punch on Xia Yi, especially since he was two levels above him in skill.

"Do you still want to try?" Xia Yi asked, one hand casually resting behind his back, the other hanging at his side