The onlookers all burst into laughter.
Tang San said nothing. He merely raised his hand slowly and caught the spearhead between two fingers.
The guard snorted, gripped the shaft with both hands, and tried to pull the spear back, intending to teach this brat who knew neither the height of heaven nor the depth of earth a lesson in the process.
But when he gave it a fierce tug-
The spear did not budge.
Those two pale fingers clamped onto the spearhead like iron pincers.
The guard froze, his face flushing crimson. Even after he mustered every last ounce of strength, the spear still would not move an inch.
"You..." The guard began to panic and was just about to curse.
Crack.
A crisp snap rang out.
The spearhead forged from refined steel snapped clean off between Tang San's two fingers.
The entire crowd instantly fell silent.
Everyone stared at the black-robed young man in disbelief. That was refined steel!
He had snapped it with two fingers, using nothing but physical strength and not a trace of Spiritual Energy? Was he even human?
Tang San casually tossed the broken spearhead to the ground with a sharp clang.
"Am I qualified to enter now?"
The guard stumbled back two steps in fright and swallowed, no longer daring to stop him. "P-please... come inside," he stammered.
Tang San stepped over the threshold and walked straight into the Zhao Family courtyard.
A middle-aged steward in the courtyard had witnessed what happened at the entrance. Though shocked, he dared not neglect Tang San and hurried over to greet him.
Greenstone City had no shortage of crouching tigers and hidden dragons. What if this young man really was an expert who kept his abilities concealed?
"This way, young master. The old master's room is in