Pretty Boy vs The Loud Mouth III
Zhao Luo looked at the smiling Pi Hao.
'Why is he thanking me?'
He wondered as he found Pi Hao staring down looking at his hands.
The number of times Zhao Luo had fought could be counted on the fingers of his hands.
All the fights he had shared a similarity.
And that similarity was his opponent being weaker than him and even if they were close to Zhao Luo's level, they were only able to push him to his limits.
Thus he had never surpassed his limits in any of his few fights.
Contrary to Zhao Luo, Pi Hao had already lost the battle of fists in both power and tenacity, yet the moment he gave up, his burning emotions that declined his defeat, helped him in breaking through his limits, leaving Zhao Luo in confusion.
Pi Hao knew that he had reached the expert level in Metal Fist Technique.
As he focused on his arms, a shade of grey and blue was visible on his hands.