Lu Xiangrui spat a mouthful of thick phlegm onto the old man.
The old man frowned, seemingly displeased, but said nothing.
Qiao Suinian was also a little unsure at this moment. The old man's behavior was unpredictable, and he didn't know what the other party's background was.
But whether this old man has any skills or not can be found out by testing him once he makes a move.
Qiao Suinian raised her leg with a snap, very quickly, and immediately launched a left front kick.
The old man reacted very quickly, dodging the kick. Then Qiao Suinian delivered a right roundhouse kick, making the old man stagger. Immediately after, he threw a left jab, which landed squarely on the old man's face.
The old man cried out in pain and fell to the ground. The eye that Qiao Suinian had hit instantly swelled up into a panda eye.
"You young man, you have no sportsmanship! How dare you, a young man, ambush a 69-year-old comrade like me!"
Qiao Suinian's lips twitched slightly. He was now certain that the old man in front of him was obviously an imposter. If he were a real martial god, how could he be hit by a punch so easily?
A person's reputation is like a tree's shadow; those who gain widespread fame usually possess considerable strength, especially in a cruel post-apocalyptic world where order has long since collapsed. If one is merely a figurehead, one will become a corpse within days.
However, the old man was still alive after being punched by himself, which means that the old man does have some skills, but not many.
If an ordinary old man were to take a punch from himself, he'd probably be sent straight to be cremated.
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