Clearly, Vice Sect Leader Chen had been furious.
Feng Yun hurried forward to dissuade him. "Ancestor Chen, you..."
Chen Gu snorted, bared his teeth, and finally stomped Fang Che in the face. "You little bastard, you need a beating!"
Of course, Vice Sect Leader Chen would never say that Night Demon had clearly mastered both spear techniques to perfection and could unleash their full power in any stance.
Yet the moment he had appeared, that bastard's spear technique had actually fallen into disarray...
What a bastard! He obviously didn't want me to know!
He was still hiding it right in front of me!
Chen Gu was so furious he nearly burst a lung. It wasn't as if I was trying to secretly learn your martial arts! Night Demon, you really deserve to die!
Fang Che knew perfectly well why he had been beaten. He truly hadn't thought that much about it. Rather, he had instinctively thought of not exposing his trump card, so he had pretended a couple of times out of habit. By the time he realized what was happening, he had already entered Chen Gu's domain.
He had known from the start that he was sure to be beaten.
With a bitter expression, he pleaded continuously, "This subordinate was simply acting out of habit..."
That sentence would have been fine left unsaid. The moment he said it, Chen Gu punched him in the face again. "Then develop another habit—the habit of getting beaten!"
With a whoosh, his nose was smashed flat. His body flew backward and was sent more than a hundred zhang away, only to crash to the ground like a lump of mangled flesh.
Chen Gu of course knew that the bastard had truly acted out of habit.
But he was unhappy.
The feeling was a