The brawny man next to him immediately asked in a gruff voice, "What grade?"
Li Yuan casually replied, "Seventh Grade."
"Seventh Grade?"
The brawny man flipped his palm, and a wooden chopstick spun into a silver disc and then flew towards Li Yuan.
Li Yuan also picked up a wooden chopstick and met it head-on.
In an instant, the two chopsticks collided, and the power of qi and blood clashed repeatedly through them.
The brawny man watched him keenly.
Li Yuan engaged neither more nor less.
He knew in his heart that the other party was "testing" him.
After the "test," they would naturally say something.
However, if he showed more strength, what they originally intended to say might remain unsaid.
Thus, he carefully maintained an even match.
The confrontation continued until the waiter shouted from a distance, "Customer, the wine is here," and then it stopped.
Clap...
The two chopsticks separated.
Li Yuan cupped his fists and said, "You are very strong, brother."
