"Alright, let's fight. If you win, give me the secret technique."
Jiang Yan withdrew the blade from Hong Luo's throat and spoke calmly.
Hong Luo froze, his gaze settling on Jiang Yan—especially when he saw the seriousness in his eyes.
He did not seem to be faking it.
Since that was the case, Hong Luo had no reason to refuse. This was also a good chance to make Jiang Yan give up on the idea.
Five minutes later.
Hong Luo lay on the ground, face turned toward the sky, utterly at a loss.
Jiang Yan wiped the blood from his blade and quietly looked at the book in his hand.
"Heavenly Luo Secret Technique."
Hong Luo being unable to defeat him was within expectations.
Just now, his hand had trembled, and he had nearly chopped Hong Luo to death.
Hong Luo grumbled inwardly, This kid has no sense of restraint. He nearly chopped me into a whistle.
He could not help but sigh in his heart. Heroes truly emerged from the young. He had never imagined that a junior could become this powerful.
Jiang Yan took the secret technique and was about to leave when he heard Hong Luo shout behind him.
"Kid, will you carry the martial path of qi and blood forward?"
Hong Luo's booming voice was incredibly infectious. He stared at Jiang Yan's back, his eyes filled with hope.
"No."
Jiang Yan tossed the Heavenly Luo Secret Technique back to Hong Luo. He had already memorized everything inside.
Hong Luo's face fell. Why did this brat not have even a shred of the gallantry of the martial world? Shouldn't he passionately declare something like, "Senpai, I'll definitely restore the martial path of qi and blood!"
By the time Hong Luo came back to his senses, Jiang Yan