Seeing Chen Nan agree to the duel with him.
An intriguing light flashed in Inobe Sanro's eyes, and a subtle, imperceptible sneer appeared at the corners of his mouth.
He slowly lifted his chin, with a hint of provocation in his tone: "Of course, I want to experience Chinese Kung Fu, but do you have the guts to spar with me?"
Chen Nan maintained his composed demeanor, shrugged with a smile, and said casually, "Then let's do it!"
His voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable firmness.
After a pause, he added, "However, if you lose, you must kneel before everyone and admit that your Japanese martial arts are inferior to my Chinese Kung Fu!"
Upon hearing this, a cold glint flashed in Inobe Sanro's eyes, and his smile deepened.
He snorted coldly, full of disdain in his tone: "How could I possibly lose to you?"
Chen Nan glanced at his watch and said casually, "Then, in half an hour, let's settle this on the sports field!"
