Everything Zhang Tieniu had learned was the sort of stuff only outsiders learned, things that basically could not stand on any respectable stage. If he spoke of it, he might even become the laughingstock of others.
Therefore, Zhang Tieniu had always felt somewhat inferior within Saint Lord Taichu's sect. People outside basically called him an outsider. No matter how diligently or intensely he practiced martial arts, he was still an outsider who could not be presented with any pride.
From this matter alone, things had basically reached an utterly helpless state. When Saint Lord Taichu heard that Tieqiu wanted to go onstage and fight Zhang Tieniu, he already knew that Tieqiu could no longer suppress the thoughts in his heart. Why did he say that?
Because Saint Lord Taichu had given Tieqiu an order: for the next three years, he was absolutely forbidden from sparring with anyone. If conflicts or friction arose, he could only swallow his anger. After all, Tieqiu never knew how to hold back when he struck. Other people might merely be playing around.
But Tieqiu genuinely intended to beat his opponent into a crippled state. Once such a situation arose, it was truly helpless and frustrating.
Sometimes, when others came to demand compensation from Saint Lord Taichu, he did not even know how he should respond. After all, throughout his many years in martial arts, Saint Lord Taichu had never encountered such a problem.
Ever since he had accepted Tieqiu as a disciple, he had been tormented once every few days. Saint Lord Taichu had long prepared himself mentally for Tieqiu to be knocked flat onto the floor. Although Tieqiu often put on airs before others and boasted about how powerful he was—
In reality, he was nowhere near as formidable as everyone imagined. Why? Because