"Especially these disciples of mine. Don't be fooled by the fact that they aren't all that strong, and each one looks more simple-minded than the last. Their real strength is far greater than you imagine. Why haven't I let them come out and compete?"
Saint Lord Taichu said, "After saying that, he suddenly shut his mouth. He had originally wanted to continue saying something, but then he realized that nothing he said seemed appropriate, so he decided to let it go."
The other man said with a smile, "What are you trying to say? Just say it. Hurry up and tell me what you want to say. After all, I also want to know what kind of messy nonsense people like you have in your hearts. You're speaking up for your disciple and protecting him. That's a good thing—I know that."
"But then again, what your disciple is really capable of isn't for you to decide. It's for me to decide. If I really knock him down later and don't leave you any face, I hope you won't blame me for it. After all, this is a match. Matches are cruel and realistic."
The King of Fists' fists were no ordinary weapons. Back when he participated in the Azure Dragon Ranking, he refused to pay up and refused to accept Black Dragon's bribery. Black Dragon could not stand it and thought he was putting on airs, so he secretly sent many people after him. Yet basically none of them could knock him down. Most of them died at the King of Fists' hands.
At first, they might have been able to hold on for a while, but the longer they fought that brat King of Fists, the more exhausting it became. If they kept fighting, they could even feel as