Chen Zhengyang turned back, but his voice carried clearly to Fang Yuan's ears, with a strange calmness:
"If this had been before last night, and Hall Master Li had come personally to demand someone, perhaps... Chen would truly have had to weigh the matter."
His tone abruptly shifted, his voice firm as iron and ringing across the Training Ground:
"But last night, Chen personally promised Fang Yuan that the Martial Arts School would protect him!"
"Black Hall Master, do you take Chen Zhengyang's words for fart?!"
His final sentence was stern and fierce. The saber in his hand hummed as killing intent surged forth!
The muscles on Black Heart Tiger's face twitched slightly, then he actually grinned,
revealing a smile that could almost be called "warm," and lightly clapped his hands. "Interesting... truly interesting."
Everyone who knew his temperament understood that when he showed such a smile, he was standing at the very edge of utter fury!
The next instant, the smile vanished, replaced by boundless savagery!
"Then I'll deal with you too!"
Black Heart Tiger shot forward. No longer wasting words, he pounced at Chen Zhengyang like a bolt of black lightning!
His claws crossed, tearing through the air with piercing shrieks, every strike aimed at Chen Zhengyang's vital points!
Chen Zhengyang's gaze sharpened as he barked, "Fang Yuan, fall back!" At the same time, he swung his saber to meet the attack.
Not just anyone was qualified to watch a battle between Third-Rank Martial Artists.
Saber light and claw shadows instantly tangled together. The clang of metal struck metal came down as thick as rain, while violent force sent sand flying and stones scattering!
Fang Yuan immediately used his footwork to retreat at high speed, not stopping until he reached the edge of the field.
He stared intently