Lu Qian had thought Tang San and Tai Tan would need at least another half hour to drag out their reunion as master and servant.
To his surprise, the two soon emerged from the main hall. Their relative positions were subtle, too: Tai Tan really did stand half a step behind Tang San.
But only Lu Qian noticed that. Everyone else was clearly more concerned with the outcome of the contest.
Tang San, standing on the steps, also looked noticeably prouder now. He even shot Lu Qian a deliberate glance, with an air of "the river flows east for thirty years, then west for thirty years-never scorn a youth for being poor."
On reflection, that was only to be expected. Ever since Tang San arrived in Suotuo City, Lu Qian had kept him firmly trampled underfoot, never giving him the slightest chance to turn things around.
Until today, when Tang San had actually learned of his origins and gained the support of the entire Strength Clan.
Especially Tai Tan. The old bastard Tang San had loathed earlier had transformed in the blink of an eye, becoming positively adorable in Tang San's eyes!
"What's going on?"
Ma Hongjun had also noticed something fishy and asked quietly from behind Lu Qian.
Lu Qian merely smiled and replied:
"Just watch. Maybe they'll shake hands and make peace."
"How is that possible!"
Yet amid Ma Hongjun's exclamation of surprise, Tai Tan slowly spoke:
"All right. In this contest between young friend Tang San and me, I lost."
"What!"
"Impossible!"
"Exactly! Our clan chief is the God of Strength!"
"Our Strength Clan pursues the path of ultimate strength. To think even our clan chief lost to this fellow called Tang San!"
For a moment, never mind Ma Hongjun and Xiao Wu being unable to