One Hit

Li Qingluo sneered. "Three palm strikes? Feng Qiliang, do you think we're idiots? You're a grandmaster, Du Feng won't be able to even stand one of your hits. You just want to slaughter him right in front of us, right?"

"I'll only give him three strikes! If I really wanted to kill him, I'd only need a single palm strike, why would I need three?!" Feng Qiliang said.

Li Qingluo said angrily, "Hmph, stop lying! You're not of young age anymore, why still be so narrow-minded? Having hatred against someone from a younger generation? Why didn't I call Feng Shaorong over and offer him three palm strikes back then?"

Feng Qiliang furrowed his eyebrows and then said, "Li Qingluo, please don't twist the facts. This is nothing. Since he managed to kill off Shaorong, he must be extraordinary. You think he can't handle three palm strikes? He's only a mere disciple of yours, why care so much? Don't tell me he has a special relationship with you, Li Qingluo?"