"You, you... You little beast are bullying too much!" Elder Yang was so angry he spat blood, wishing he could slap Chu Feng, this crawling creature, to death.
"What's wrong, can't accept defeat, or what?" Chu Feng looked at Elder Yang with a contemptuous gaze, provocatively provoking him. "I've said it before, those who choose their disciples based on apparent talent are often mediocre masters! With that sort of skill level as a master, it's natural that the disciples you teach can't withstand a single blow."
This statement from Chu Feng was akin to a heavy hammer.
Elder Yang was already simmering with rage from being called a mediocre master, and now with both his disciples consecutively defeated by Chu Feng, the trash, it only confirmed that Elder Yang was indeed a mediocre master.
Chu Feng, with the posture of a victor, brought up the matter again, and Elder Yang couldn't stand it any longer.
