"Give me a chance, and I'll immediately prove myself in front of you. I'm not joking. Besides, I've always been stubborn by nature. I can't tolerate anyone saying even half a bad word about me to my face!"
Saint Lord Taichu could no longer believe such claims. Why? Because he had heard them so many times that he was sick of them. This brat basically said every single time that he would do this and that from then on, but in reality, it never turned out that way.
What was a person's biggest problem? Whether they could do what they said they would do. If you made promises but could not keep them...
"If every problem in this world were so simple, then I believe there wouldn't be so many failures. You need to understand just how many people behind your back want to knock you down."
"These people aren't the kind who put on one face in public and another in private. What they do and what they say..."
"...are far more ruthless than you imagine. Deep down, these people are filled with all kinds of malice. In order to win, they will stop at nothing. So use your brain and think carefully—what method can you use to defeat them?"
Saint Lord Taichu did not say this to discourage his disciple. He wanted him to understand that he was not as formidable as he imagined. After all, no one was omnipotent, and everything you saw could very well be nothing more than a surface appearance.
And when had this so-called surface appearance begun?
Probably from the moment the other side had started running into trouble.
"Enough, don't say another word, Master. I've already knocked him flat. Shouldn't you be encouraging me now?"
Forget encouraging him—just seeing that expression on