"I never expected that brat to have a day like this. I always thought he was the kind of existence that would remain forever incomparable in my heart."
"Enough, don't say anything else. Let's watch the match. I think there's a very high chance Saint Lord Taichu will beat him to a pulp. Although Saint Lord Taichu often seems especially gentle and soft-handed..."
"To put it bluntly, behind the scenes, Saint Lord Taichu is actually the kind of person who likes to use killing moves against people."
Saint Lord Taichu said to Zhu Yeqing, "Well? Have you prepared yourself mentally? If you have, then I'm about to start drawing blood, little brother."
"Since we're doing this, we're doing it seriously. We absolutely won't play any messy tricks in front of you."
"In the days to come, I'll make you understand one thing: you are inferior to me. Even if you tried to compare yourself to me..."
"You still wouldn't measure up to even one of my fingers. Besides, I've always treated you like a real brother."
"But I never expected you to do something like this behind my back. What the hell are you doing? When you first came to me with questions you didn't understand, I answered you enthusiastically."
"You actually badmouthed me so much behind my back. Do you think I'll go easy on you in this fight? I'll definitely devour your tendons, your hamstrings, and your ribs, leaving not a single one behind. I'll let you experience what real hardship feels like!"
If someone else said such things, they might have been joking, but when Saint Lord Taichu said them, he was one hundred percent serious.
None of the enemies he had fought had ended up in good shape. They were either half-dead and crippled, bleeding from