Yu Xiaogang whipped around at that, displeasure flickering in his eyes at being questioned.
He was the famed number one theoretical master on the continent. Since when had Flender, a country bumpkin who knew nothing, been entitled to question him?
This was simply unforgivable!
"Flender, are you questioning my theories?" Yu Xiaogang scoffed confidently. "No one on this continent understands Martial Souls more thoroughly than I do. You've only seen how exhausted Mubai looks on the surface. You haven't seen that these exercises are how I'm tempering his will."
At that, Gangzi paused. Jiang Li's face rose in his mind, always wearing a gentle smile that, in truth, made him loathe him to the core. A fierce jealousy blazed in his chest.
He would climb to the very top, one step at a time, and make everyone who looked down on him pay!
Dai Mubai was his proudest creation. He would allow no one to gild the lily.
Watching his old friend sink into a state of self-congratulatory bliss, Flender opened his mouth, but in the end, he couldn't bring himself to say anything that might shatter the man's illusions.
To protect his old friend's fragile pride, all he could do was sigh inwardly.
"Fine. You're Mubai's teacher, so it's your call."
At that very moment, Dai Mubai was huffing and puffing as he ran outside the village with a boulder strapped to his back. Sweat had already soaked through his clothes.
His legs felt as heavy as lead, and every step took enormous willpower.
Aching all over, muscles tearing as if they were being ripped apart, his training progress slowing down?
No, no. None of that was a problem.
Dai Mubai had already been so blinded by the prospect of receiving Bibi Dong's support that he'd found himself