Victory

"I just want to take a look."

"Alright, alright." Yang Baoshu stood up immediately.

He stretched his limbs before putting on a serious expression. Then, he performed a set of fist techniques where he looked extremely graceful and flexible. His tall figure seemed to shrink as he stooped over and hunched his shoulders; he leaped everywhere whilst performing his maneuvers. It really made him look like a monkey.

Chu Li nodded. Yang Baoshu certainly had a great deal of talent. He managed to master this much of the Agile Monkey Fist with just a Fist Manual – this was quite the feat.

After Yang Baoshu finished the Agile Monkey Fist, he stopped and then turned to look at Chu Li for approval.

Chu Li pondered for a while before critiquing him. "Let me clarify something before I say anything - I'm just casually giving my opinion, so don't take it to heart."

Yang Baoshu merely stared at Chu Li with his eyes full of focus. "Mister, please speak away."