At this moment, in the Martial Arts Arena.
Jia Zhangyuan had already stuffed all the hidden weapons he had thrown back into his storage device, sweeping the field clean like an autumn wind scattering fallen leaves and restoring it to how it had originally looked;
Only the scars left across the surface silently told of more than one fierce battle having taken place here.
Qin Daojun walked to the center of the arena with a hint of cold disdain. After giving Lu Feng a once-over, he said arrogantly, "You don't look like much. Then again, that's no surprise. A teacher can only produce the sort of goods they are."
Lu Feng suppressed the fury in his heart, and a savage smile took its place.
He had originally planned to deal with Che Hui Qiang and the others first, then use the excuse of returning after graduation to squeeze Qin Daojun out of his ranking on the Sword Stele. After that, he would spread word that this batch of prison disciples was too pathetic, provoke Qin Daojun into showing himself, and give him a proper lesson.
He had never expected this thorn in the side to come running over so impatiently to pick a fight himself.
It saved him some trouble.
After all, returning after graduation just to compete with his Junior Brothers and Junior Sisters over some Sword Stele ranking would have been rather unbecoming.
Facing Qin Daojun's open and veiled mockery, Lu Feng smiled and replied, "I am indeed nothing remarkable, and I have failed Old Yang's many years of teaching."
The ridicule on Qin Daojun's face deepened.
Then Lu Feng's tone shifted, and he said sharply, "But dealing with a rebellious wretch like you, one who knows neither how to respect his teacher nor honor the Way, should