"Wanting revenge is simple. A blade and a bag of knockout powder are enough," Duan Xuan understood the heart of every avenger.
Living a human life once is not easy; favors and grudges must be avenged.
Otherwise, even upon entering the coffin, one could not close one's eyes.
Yet that was not enough to serve as his excuse for breaking the martial academy's rules.
Zhao Bastard did not hesitate, directly pulling all his shattered silver coins from his pocket: "The enmity of a father's murder is irreconcilable.
Moreover, that person is a Dark Force martial artist. The silver is yours, teach me how to kill!"
"You abide by the rules. I don't study the Broken Mountain Fist, and my younger brother doesn't either. You like silver, so all the silver is yours.
As long as you let the two of us siblings have our revenge, if you lack servants, I will give myself to you too.
I beg you!" Saying this, Zhao Bastard neatly and decisively knelt on the ground.
Following his sister's example, Zhao Hui also knelt on the ground.
"If you don't study the Broken Mountain Fist, what else do I have to teach you?" Duan Xuan was actually moved by the persistence of the two siblings, and continued to ask.
Zhao Bastard pointed at Duan Xuan's Achilles tendon.
Afterward, two hands covered in calluses assumed the posture of wolf claws.
Duan Xuan started, instantly recalling the time he collected the cultivation method after slaying the remnant of the Wolf Stronghold that day.
His mind rapidly switched memories, returning to the moment he used Wolf Tian's Azure Wolf Stealth Hunt to battle other martial artists.
A thick killing intent brewed at the corners of his eyes.
"Senior Brother Duan, please don't kill my sister. The two of us