Iron Egg's remarks struck Saint Lord Taichu as utterly ridiculous, yet there was nothing he could really say about him. That was simply Iron Egg's nature—neither here nor there, always acting as though he were incredibly formidable.
Saint Lord Taichu said to Iron Egg, "Enough messing around. I'm giving you some face now, so don't refuse to give me any."
He knew better than anyone what kind of person his disciple was. Iron Egg simply loved putting on an act.
He looked arrogant on the surface, but he was nothing like that in private.
Whenever he encountered someone stronger than himself, he would immediately hold out his hands.
He would give away all his most precious gifts. But whenever he met someone he believed was beneath his level—
he basically showed them no respect. In his heart, he had always believed that
the foundation for respecting someone was that both sides possessed equal strength.
If you did not have equal strength yet still wanted another person's respect, then I'm afraid no one would truly take you seriously. In everyone's eyes, you were nothing more than a clown.
Not long after the King of Fists stepped onto the stage, he immediately felt somewhat unwell. He had no idea what this feeling meant.
"You have no advantage whatsoever against me right now. I'll give you time and room to regret this. If you regret it now, it's not too late. Once I start getting serious, even if you want to cry, you might not have any tears left to shed."
Every word sounded utterly baffling. After Tieqiu spoke, he himself felt uncertain, and his heart was even filled with helplessness.
But what could he do? He could not lose even a shred of his bearing. He could not let others see that