Everyone else was busy, but Gao Guang had nothing to do, and the trouble was, John was equally free.
"Wrong, when you draw your knife, you have to be swift, but even more so, accurate."
"Why is everyone else so busy and you're here practicing knife fighting with me? Don't you have anything better to do?"
John's hand paused for a moment, then he abruptly grabbed Gao Guang's wrist and forcefully bent it backward.
"Ow, ow, ow, let go, let go!"
Gao Guang felt that John was angry out of embarrassment, because while the other three had things to do and were busy hunting for treasure, John had nothing to do but still insisted on teaching him the Short Dagger Fighting Technique.
John released Gao Guang's hand and said coldly, "You idiot! You're a Huaxian; you could totally learn real Kung Fu, but instead you spend time on those forms. Tell me, aren't you stupid?"