Huang Rong was truly baffled.
In her eyes, Wu Pifu was like a deity, like a demon—a celestial being, a living Buddha.
Moreover, she could easily tell that Wu Pifu possessed an extraordinarily profound and superior martial skill.
His martial realm was beyond what her father had achieved by countless degrees; he had truly reached a state of returning to simplicity, even transcending to an ultimate, manifestly divine level.
He was a grandmaster among grandmasters… in short, a martial artist surpassing the limits of her imagination.
And yet, such a martial artist actually wanted to bite her in order to learn martial arts?
If she hadn’t roughly understood Wu Pifu’s personality and character by now, she might even have suspected he was mocking her.
But knowing his nature well, she simply asked straight: “You want me to teach you martial arts? Pifu, you…”
If not for the generational gap between them, Huang Rong was this close to asking, “What’s wrong with you?”
Yet Wu Pifu spoke seriously, “No, it’s different from what you think. My martial arts and yours have an essential difference.”