At Nuoding Junior Soul Master Academy's training ground, one adult and one child stood facing each other.
The moon hung high overhead, its light spilling across the ground and bringing a measure of brightness to the darkness.
Yu Xiaogang's face was grim. He wanted nothing more than to slap the young man across from him a few times.
It had been so many years that he had nearly forgotten how long it had been since anyone had humiliated him like this.
The last person who had humiliated him this badly probably had grass a yard high growing over his grave!
Zhu Rong wore no particular expression, merely looking at this "Master" with disdain.
Yu Xiaogang had practically stuck his face right in front of him. How could Zhu Rong not hit it?
A piece of trash like this wanted to take him as a disciple? Where did he get the nerve?
Yu Xiaogang gritted his teeth and forced himself to remain calm as he said:
"Zhu Rong, I'm giving you one last chance!"
"Take me as your master! I can pretend I never heard what you said before!"
Once Zhu Rong truly became his disciple, he would definitely—definitely—teach him well!
Hearing this, Zhu Rong curled his lip and said nonchalantly:
"Cut the crap. Beat me first, then we can talk about that! I said I'd give you one hand, and I'll give you one hand!"
One chance? Even if Yu Xiaogang had ten or a hundred chances, what difference would it make?
Yu Xiaogang's rage instantly flared as he roared at Zhu Rong:
"Impudent! What is my status, and what is yours?"
"How dare you speak to me like that?"
"You don't know what's good for you!"
"Since that's the case, there's no need for me to persuade you nicely