A Kind Disciple

"Shut up!!!"

Watching Wang Ye get more and more carried away, offering his guidance with great relish, Maitreya finally could not endure it any longer. He took a punch from the old monk head-on, flew backward, landed on the ground, looked at Wang Ye, and roared.

Wang Ye looked aggrieved.

"Master, wasn't I just worried you'd get taken advantage of?"

As he spoke, his expression suddenly changed. "Master, dodge!"

With a bang, the old monk slammed another punch directly into Maitreya's face, knocking him to the ground.

Wang Ye could not help covering his own face.

"Master, you can't get distracted when you're fighting!"

"So unprofessional!"

As he spoke, Wang Ye took a deep breath and became energized once more. "Teacher, go!"

"Believe in yourself! You can do it!"

Silence. No one responded.

Even the old monk seemed unable to tolerate Wang Ye's nagging any longer and cast a dark look his way.

Wang Ye instantly shut up, thoroughly yielding to the situation.

Without Wang Ye's noise, the battle grew tense once again.

In a true one-on-one fight, Maitreya actually held the advantage, because half of the old monk's body lacked flesh and blood. He had clearly mutilated himself earlier.

Given enough time, Maitreya was confident he could wear his opponent to death.

The main reason he had been at a disadvantage before was that he had been enduring Wang Ye's mental attacks from the sidelines.

And what he could not understand most was this.

Why was this bald old bastard only targeting him? Clearly, Wang Ye was the one who deserved a beating most.

Was it just because his energy was a tiny bit higher than Wang Ye's?

What a sin!

"Wang Ye, join forces!"

"End this quickly!"

Maitreya growled again, but Wang Ye acted as though he had