Feng Zhaoyi's expression paused.
Si Fuqing's reaction was beyond her expectations.
She had thought that if Si Fuqing did not agree, she had ways to force Si Fuqing to accept her challenge.
To her surprise, Si Fuqing so readily agreed, saving her a lot of trouble.
In that case, she had no reason to be polite anymore.
Feng Zhaoyi raised her hand, "Instructor Si, please go ahead."
"You first," Si Fuqing's eyes were lazy, "Respect the elderly and love the young, I'll let you."
There was laughter from below the stage.
Feng Zhaoyi's complexion gradually darkened and she said silently, "You'd better not regret this."
"Zhaoyi, you..." The young man was about to say something more, but Feng Zhaoyi had already made her move.
It was a simple Direct Punch.
But Feng Zhaoyi was quick and aimed straight for her opponent's vital points.
If really hit, even if not knocked unconscious, one would certainly not recover for quite some time.