"Coward, saying that does make you a real man."
Bone Douluo patted Sword Douluo on the shoulder, offering a rare word of praise.
But before Sword Douluo could feel touched, he added sympathetically, "You picked these jars well. Just don't pick them this way next time."
Clearly, he had no faith in the ten jars Sword Douluo had chosen.
"Then wait and see."
Sword Douluo snorted. The more Bone Douluo looked down on him, the more fired up he became.
How did that saying go again?
Right.
It wasn't about steaming buns, but fighting for a shred of pride.
Without bothering to spare Bone Douluo another glance, Sword Douluo raised the Lucky Magic Hammer and started smashing.
Crack, crack, crack.
Bathed in a succession of white flashes, Sword Douluo's face darkened.
Could my luck really be this miserable? he muttered inwardly, refusing to believe it.
At the same time, he noticed Ning Fengzhi open his mouth, about to say something.
"Sect Master, it's fine. I understand all that. Don't worry, I'm not concerned about wasting money. We have plenty of it.
"I'm just disappointed that I haven't gotten anything good enough to shut Old Bone's mouth."
Sword Douluo spoke before Ning Fengzhi could.
"Haha."
"Uncle Jian, I'm relieved to hear you think that way."
Ning Fengzhi nodded, his laughter tinged with relief.
"Hehehe, not bad, coward. You've got plenty of ideas, haven't you?"
After hearing Sword Douluo's words, Bone Douluo gave a sinister chuckle, then said nonchalantly, "Come on, I'm right here, waiting for you to slap my face with something good from those jars."
As he spoke, he actually leaned his face toward him.
"Just wait."
Sword Douluo gave a soft snort and smashed another jar.
What the others didn't know was that he was praying inwardly. *Bless me,