"Sir, please don't joke around. I really don't understand what you're talking about. Did you find the wrong person?" Ling Yun turned back and smiled, hoping that he was just overthinking things!
"No, no, no, I'm not joking. I know this is very abrupt, but I really want to have a match against you as a powerhouse," Hattori Musashi shook his head and said. He could not be mistaken; ever since he heard the great name of the King of Hell, he had been investigating.
After spending several months investigating, he finally found some clues.
His use of the polite form "you" to address Ling Yun just now was also a sign of respect for the latter. He had no hostility, only a will to fight, and he craved a battle—even if it meant dying in combat, he would not regret it.
"Hahaha, then you really have the wrong person. I'm not some powerhouse, just an ordinary person. You want to find someone to spar with? Go to a martial arts school in Jiangbei," Ling Yun smiled, then gave a wry, shaking smile!
Hattori Musashi said, "King of Hell, just admit it. I already know it's you. Your composure has also betrayed you."
A flash of cold light crossed Ling Yun's eyes, but he continued to shake his head, "Oh my, I really don't understand what you're saying! It's getting late, and we should continue our walk. If you want to spar, go to a martial arts school, or ask the security guard at the front gate."
Seeing that Ling Yun wanted to leave, Hattori Musashi refused to give up and said from behind, "I have no hostility; I just want to spar a little. Why won't you give me a chance?"
Ling Yun frowned. Would this guy ever quit?