"Y-you, do you dare—do you dare to make a bet with me?!"
The immense pressure passed through the tea into Tang San's body, making him gasp with great difficulty as he said:
"Let me... recover first... then we'll have a fair, just... match!"
"A bet?" Lin Rong sat in his chair, looking down at Tang San, who was kneeling on the ground, and mocked, "The situation is under my control. Why should I make a bet with you?"
After hearing this, Tang San wanted to say something more, but the weight of the tea in his palms suddenly increased, smashing both of his hands viciously against the ground.
The tea sloshed in Tang San's palms, nearly touching the ground several times.
At that moment, the humiliation in Tang San's heart made him recall everything he had experienced at Clear Sky Sect when he was six years old.
A man can be killed but not humiliated. You have humiliated me like this—you have already earned your death!
The words roared through Tang San's heart.
Afterward, the tremendous depletion of his physical strength, Soul Power, and mental strength, coupled with the humiliation he had endured, caused him to fall completely unconscious.
Drip~
Without Controlling Crane Capturing Dragon guiding it, the tea soon flowed from Tang San's palms onto the ground.
"Bai He, look." Lin Rong gestured with his eyes toward Tang San, who had already passed out on the ground, and said, "Words spoken and transactions completed are like spilled water—impossible to take back."
"Though the saying that spilled water cannot be recovered is not an absolute truth of the world, it is often no different from one."
"That is because most people who try to go back on their word are the weaker party in a transaction."
"Without strength, yet insisting