"Master, don't compete with him! He forged those Iron Sacks himself—he knows them inside out."
Man Zhongli's anxious roar carried across half the Martial Arts Arena.
Ning Xiang, equally anxious, tried to dissuade Lu Feng from the side. She quietly suggested that he not use this method, but instead demand Man Zhongli's release in the sect's name. If that failed, they could make the matter public and let the entire Soul Master Realm see the Weapon Sect's conduct.
Lu Feng naturally understood that such a move could intimidate the Weapon Sect and secure Man Zhongli's return. But after witnessing the Sword Hall Master's stubbornly upright, rigid, dead-set manner, he did not dare take that risk. If they pushed the man too far, he might very well abduct Man Zhongli and leave the Weapon Sect to live in seclusion in the mountain forest.
If he wanted to bring Man Zhongli back without any lingering trouble, he had to face and overcome the Sword Hall Master, no matter what it took, and make him completely abandon any thought of taking Man Zhongli as a disciple.
"Cut the nonsense," the Sword Hall Master said, glaring at Man Zhongli in displeasure. "Since you refuse to acknowledge me as your master and insist on following this green brat, today I'll let you see the gap between us!"
Man Zhongli shouted indignantly, "You old bastard, you're already so old and yet you bully the young with your strength! Have you no shame?"
"Insolence!" the Sword Hall Master snorted coldly. "Your master said before that his seniority is on par with my master's. By that reckoning, he is the one gaining the advantage in this fight!"
Lu Feng stepped into the Martial Arts Arena with a cold expression. "If I catch the Iron Sacks you throw, will