"What do you want to say?" Lin Taichu asked with a frown.
The black-clad martial artist said, "You no longer have a chance to correct your mistakes. You can only submit to fate. I can guide you, but only if you take me as your master."
"Heh, at your age, you're still taking disciples?" Lin Taichu could not help rolling his eyes.
"I'm older than your grandfather. What would be wrong with taking me as your master?" the black-clad martial artist said arrogantly.
"No need. I don't require anyone else's guidance." Lin Taichu rejected him without hesitation.
Seeing Lin Taichu refuse outright, the black-clad martial artist's face twisted slightly.
"Brat, don't refuse a toast only to drink a forfeit!" the black-clad martial artist roared as his body suddenly leaped up and lunged at Lin Taichu.
At that moment, his aura surged abruptly, towering and heavy like a mountain peak.
With a deafening bang, his fist smashed toward Lin Taichu's chest.
Lin Taichu's expression changed slightly. He could clearly feel the boundless power contained in that punch, surging like a monstrous flood.
Gritting his teeth, Lin Taichu met the attack head-on. His right arm guarded his front while his left fist gathered strength, ready to strike at the right moment.
The next instant, their fists collided viciously.
A thunderous boom rang out, and Lin Taichu felt as though he had been struck by lightning. He staggered backward through the air.
The black-clad martial artist, however, did not budge. He stood firmly where he was, sneered, and lightly tapped the ground with his toes before shooting toward Lin Taichu like lightning.
Lin Taichu's face changed drastically, and he hurriedly retreated.
Boom! Though he dodged in time, the black-clad martial artist's palm still struck his shoulder. A sharp pain shot through him, and