I Only Want an Opponent

"Old Father Haskman, can you arrange a stronger opponent for me next time?" Chu Nan stared at Old Father Haskman with a sincere expression, "Wharton is too weak and can't even count as a warm-up. It's really meaningless."

Father Haskman looked at Chu Nan speechlessly.

If Chu Nan had spoken like this when they first met, he would definitely have chased this arrogant kid away.

However, now that Chu Nan had heavily injured Wharton with a single strike in front of everyone, he no longer doubted the truth of Chu Nan's words.

The strength this kid possessed was actually much higher than he had imagined!

Father Haskman pondered for a moment and asked, "I forgot to ask before. Can you tell me what your current martial artist level is?"

Chu Nan shrugged and replied, "Around the fifth-stage Internal Breath Realm."

"Fifth-stage Internal Breath Realm?" Father Haskman immediately widened his eyes and looked at Chu Nan in disbelief.