Walking Into the Trap

Li Xiang almost burst out laughing.

Here to challenge the hall?

Here to help the Eight Gates Martial Hall?

Well, what did you call that?

Walking straight into a trap. Delivering yourself right to the door.

He had never imagined that going out to pull a rickshaw for leg training would land him the very man who planned to come and smash up his hall in a few days.

Li Xiang could not help glancing back. Through the gap beneath his hat brim, he took a long look at the figure in the seat.

The man looked about his age, but his boasts knew no bounds.

"What? Think I can't do it?"

The young man caught Li Xiang's momentary pause and backward glance. His brows drew together, and a fierce aura burst from him.

"I'm quite a fighter." He patted the bundle on his lap again, producing a dull thud. "The Martial Guild in Linjiang County has had it easy for too long. I'm here to teach them a lesson."

Li Xiang looked forward and tightened his grip on the shafts.

"You've got quite a mouth on you, sir."

As he turned the rickshaw, Li Xiang feigned surprise. "Master Hong of the Shocking Heron Martial Hall is a genuine Grandmaster Martial Cultivator. His skills are almost supernatural. Just recently, he killed a man-eating monster with one punch."

"He's only a Grandmaster."

The young man chuckled. To hear him tell it, a Grandmaster was nothing more than a slightly larger ant.

"He became a Grandmaster only because he was born decades before me."

"If we were the same age, he wouldn't qualify as my opponent."

Arrogant!

Fucking arrogant!

But the man had the strength to back it up.

As Li Xiang started running, he could clearly feel the weight bearing down