The spring wind, laced with the setting sun at 5 p.m., brushed against the face. Chen Ji leaned against the railing on the second floor of the tavern, quietly watching Brother Pao raise his fists high among the crowd, without breaking a sweat.
For some reason, Chen Ji felt a sense of joy in his heart. When he saw Brother Pao, the spring breeze carried a hint of hometown, and it always felt better for an old acquaintance to win than a stranger.
Outside the wrestling arena, the ruffians of Heji were at a loss.
They couldn't understand how their own man was effortlessly choked and rendered unconscious within a few breaths.
Furui Xiang's side pointed at the wrestler on the ground, loudly mocking Heji: "Your Li Bapi of Heji even gave himself the nickname 'General of Conquest,' but we've never seen a general lying on the ground!"
"General, the ground is cold, don't sleep! It's three rounds, two wins, you have to get up for another match!"
