"Are you insane!? Is there a hole in your head?! Am I that close to you? You've been targeting me ever since the start—what gives you the right!? You useless dim sum. This is only because we're at Sword God Manor. If we were down the mountain, I'd kill you in three moves!"
Zhao Ritian laughed. "So what if we're at Sword God Manor? Scared?"
The Young Sect Master's eyelids twitched with fury. "I'm the Young Sect Master of the Tang Sect. My status is precious. I won't lower myself to the level of a mud-legged peasant like you! Porcelain doesn't fight roof tiles!"
"Heh. Cowardice is cowardice. You want to talk background? I'm also a disciple of the Yan Zhao Sect, the direct disciple of the Fishing Old Man! When the Godly Old Man plays chess, I've got a seat at the table, Young Brother! How the world sees you is the world's business. How you see yourself—that's what matters most."
The Young Sect Master looked at Zhao Ritian, absolutely livid.
"Your Yan Zhao Sect only has a few people in total. You can count them on one hand. Our Tang Sect has Experts all over the world! We're now one of the Five Great Families of the martial world. From now on, when the Tang Sect raises its arm, the world will answer!"
"Wrong! A true expert has his own backbone and courage! Every one of the Old Man Wu has the spirit and guts to take on the whole world alone, single-handed! Acting tough with me is useless. If you really have ability, then do something big. Let the world see your courage and heroism! Make a name that belongs to you!"
The Young Sect Master was so angry his head buzzed. "You... your mouth is so