Finally, Long Xia fell to the ground, sitting and gasping for air.
He cast his eyes downward, biting his lip in complete acceptance.
"No more fighting, your Martial Arts is ten times better than mine, I admit defeat."
Yang Fei stood in front of Long Xia, smiling but not quite smiling.
"Actually, with your foundation, if you train with me for another year, your combat power could at least double."
Long Xia jumped up, looking at Yang Fei in surprise. "Really? You're willing to teach me?"
Yang Fei laughed heartily and patted his shoulder.
"We're just exchanging knowledge, there's nothing about willingness or unwillingness."
Long Xia was overjoyed.
He had practiced martial arts from a young age and was devoted to Martial Studies, having learned all the skills of Old Man Gong.
He had been worrying about making no progress in the future, but at this moment, he met the powerful Yang Fei.
In Long Xia's view, Yang Fei's Martial Arts could be described as "unfathomably deep."