After several rounds, he hadn't gained any advantage, but rather, he was kicked to the ground like a dog eating shit by the opponent stepping on his shoulder.
As he fell to the ground in embarrassment, he incredulously looked back to see the young man with his arms crossed, his chin slightly raised, his eyes shining from beneath the brim of his cap, and a proud and arrogant expression on his face, his right hand clenched into a fist, the thumb pointing downward.
"So, the subordinates of the Qinglong Association's head are such losers. What an embarrassment."
Ye Jian finally realized what was strange about his accent - it was the accent foreigners often had when speaking Mandarin.
"You... where are you from, you little brat? Don't you want to live?" Ye Jian rubbed his buttocks and got up, finding the teenager's martial arts quite extraordinary.
Four more men suddenly emerged from the darkness, each of them tall and strong.