To Make Him Concede

Chu Li shook his head. "No, I must make him concede!" 

Guo Shan cast a sidelong glance at him. "Zhao Dahe! We're all brothers in this association, do you really want to kill him?" 

Chu Li growled. "If he doesn't ask for forgiveness, I'll kill him! I'll see if his mouth or his life is tougher!" 

As he spoke, he was still adding force to his foot. 

"You're too arrogant, I'll let you know your place!" A skinny young man jumped out and pounced on Chu Li, his fist aimed for Chu Li's chin. 

Chu Li reached out, grabbed his wrist and twisted it. 

"Ah!" The skinny young man cried as he fell. 

With a simple swing, the skinny young man's body fell three meters away and landed heavily on the ground. 

Chu Li turned to look at the restless crowd and yelled, "Does anyone else not concede?"