"What do you mean?"
At the other man's answer, Zhao Er raised his eyebrows and tightened his grip on the Iron Halberd.
He did not want to answer those questions. It was like being challenged by someone and then having to prove himself. Such proof rarely dispelled the other person's suspicions, and might even require him to lay all his hidden cards on the table.
For Zhao Er, revealing his poisonous blood would undoubtedly expose his trump card. That was no different from putting his life in the other man's hands.
If it really came to that, he would rather fight him again. At least he might manage to splatter the man with blood.
"Heh, there's no need to be so hostile. I mean you no harm. Given my connection to Uncle Zhang, I couldn't do anything to you anyway. I only asked because I was curious about your strength and wanted to know how you managed it."
Seeing Zhao Er's expression change, Wu Xing chuckled before offering an explanation. When Zhao Er still looked doubtful, Wu Xing hesitated briefly, then continued:
"Let me introduce myself. My name is Wu Xing, and I'm a steward of the Discipline Law Branch at the Ningjin Prefecture Martial Academy. My family and Uncle Zhang's are old friends. You might not know this yet, but Uncle Zhang intends to recommend you for admission to the Martial Academy.
"If it were simply a matter of entering the Martial Academy as a Martial Academy Student, Uncle Zhang's past contributions and connections would be more than enough. But he wants you to become a Martial Guard directly, and that requires a squad willing to accept you.
"And Uncle Zhang hopes my squad will take you in. So, as your prospective squad leader, I need to understand my