"Brother Kuer, did you come looking for me about something?"
Xia Ping asked bluntly. He had no time to beat around the bush with them.
"This..."
Kuer's eyes flickered. For a moment, he didn't know how to bring it up.
"Let me explain."
Tang Mingchen stepped forward and smiled faintly. "Brother Xia, it's a pleasure to meet you. My name is Tang Mingchen. I've heard a great deal about your illustrious reputation, and even that the North Nether Saint took you on as a disciple."
"I'm sure your martial arts are exceptional. So we've taken the liberty of coming here to spar with you and see how we measure up."
He looked at Xia Ping with a humble attitude, laying on the flattery.
"A spar? I see. You want me to give you some pointers, then?"
Xia Ping nodded, looking as if he suddenly understood.
Even Tang Mingchen, who was usually so calculating, couldn't help but twitch at the corner of his mouth. This bastard had no shame at all. He'd only wanted to spar with the kid.
But now, according to the bastard, they were asking Xia Ping for pointers. Didn't that put them a rank below him? He was clearly taking advantage of them.
The others bared their teeth, feeling that this bastard was getting more and more arrogant.
They'd known that disciples of saints were proud, but they hadn't expected him to be so brazen. He obviously looked down on all of them and didn't consider them his equals.
"But fists and feet have no eyes. We're all fellow disciples, and I don't know how to hold back. It'd be bad if I accidentally crippled you." Xia Ping looked worried.
Damn it!
Tang Mingchen and the others were so furious their lungs nearly burst. If they hadn't