"Are you really willing to tell me?" You Ziping looked at Shi Feng, clearly skeptical.
Accumulating combat experience was no easy task, especially experience gained from brushes with death. That meant gambling with one's life. Quite a few fighters had once gone mad doing such things, but very few survived in the end.
If there really were a way to continuously accumulate life-or-death combat experience, rapidly improving in a short period of time would not be difficult at all.
This was also why so many experts loved challenging their limits.
"Of course, but I have one condition," Shi Feng said with a smile.
"I knew it. But forget it—I won't join your training hall." You Ziping snorted. He had known all along that someone like Shi Feng would never tell him for free.
However, Shi Feng's attempt to poach him was doomed to fail.
After he had displayed decent talent, many major martial arts schools from first-tier cities had approached him in private. Some had even offered exceedingly generous terms, far better than what the White Tiger Martial Arts School's coaches received. Yet he had refused them all. He was not someone who repaid kindness with ingratitude. When he had been at his most desperate, it was the White Tiger Martial Arts School that had given him an opportunity. Without its training, he would not have achieved what he had today.
He could not abandon the White Tiger Martial Arts School simply for his own benefit.
"This kid sure thinks highly of himself. I really don't know what Boss Shi Feng is thinking, wanting to train him." Kele, who stood nearby like a gray bear, curled his lips in displeasure at You Ziping's attitude.
Whether in God's Domain or Jinhai City, as long as Shi Feng said he wanted to