Teacher, Am I Considered a Successful Student?

"Why? Just because I'm a good sparring partner? That reason doesn't hold water with me, Huo Yuhao."

"If you really are a god, you should kill me right now, because I definitely won't take sides after I return." Long Xiaoyao raised his head in surprise.

Huo Yuhao's answer was even simpler. "Because I need to. Because I want to. That's all. Get lost."

Long Xiaoyao stared blankly at Huo Yuhao. It was truly hard to believe that such a calm young man could say something so crude.

"Hahaha, like master, like disciple. When it comes to personal interests, you and Jiang Yuheng really are cut from the same cloth." But he soon let it go.

Or rather, only this kind of Huo Yuhao was worth taking seriously to Long Xiaoyao.

"I'm far behind my teacher. Besides, I don't have his decisiveness. Otherwise, do you think you'd still be able to stand here and talk to me?" Huo Yuhao spoke calmly. The red fury in his hand turned into orange excitement.

That was right. The reason Long Xiaoyao had chosen to pause was partly because he truly couldn't hold on much longer, and partly because Huo Yuhao had tormented him too much.

One moment excited, the next angry, he kept changing expressions back and forth like a performer changing masks, without even a moment to rest.

If this continued, whether he could win would be one thing. Whether his nerves could still function normally would be another.

"I really can't do anything about you two. Neither of you leaves me any way to survive, yet I can't bear to die." Long Xiaoyao let out a soft sigh and simply sat down on the ground.

That was what he said, but if Huo Yuhao truly refused to give him a chance, Long