"Hmph."
Tang Xian, of course, understood that logic too. In fact, even his grandfather had temporarily set aside his prejudice and accepted Tang San, so he had nothing to say.
But for some reason, he just found this person irritating. He did not know if it was because the other party was nearly ten years younger than him and could still defeat him.
Seeing Tang Xian fall silent, Tang San also lost interest in paying him any more attention. He picked up the Iron Hammer and walked toward the waterfall again.
"If you have a grudge, I'll accept your challenge anytime. Those petty tricks will only make me think you're nothing special."
Tang Xian, who had inherited his grandfather's fiery temper, could not stand such mockery. He summoned the Clear Sky Hammer and strode toward Tang San.
"Fine, then let's do it. I challenge you right now. Come on."
Tang San turned back and sighed. This was the only way he had. It was still much better than accepting the other party's endless provocation.
"Fine. From now on, I can accept one challenge from you every week. But if you lose, you're not allowed to bother me for the next week."
"Hmph, then let's do it. I agree."
Just as Tang San arrived opposite Tang Xian and was about to release his martial soul to fight, a faint breeze quietly brushed across his face. There was nothing unusual about that wisp of wind at first, but when a scorched smell mixed with blood drifted over, Tang San's whole body instantly tensed. In his previous life, he had been an assassin, and in this life, he had also undergone training in Slaughter City. Tang San was extremely sensitive to this kind of smell.
"Wait a moment."
"What? Scared? If you admit