Sorry, It Isn’t That I Want to Humiliate You. I Only Want Your Cultivation Art!

Sun Mo's voice was like a heavy hammer, resounding out loud in the air. It was impossible for the autumn wind to 'blow' it away.

The muscular guy and young man, who originally wanted to leave, suddenly turned their heads and looked at Sun Mo.

"What did you say?"

The eyes of the muscular guy widened in rage as he glared at Sun Mo. "If you have the guts, repeat what you said one more time."

"Oh sorry, so you are a deaf person!"

Sun Mo pulled out his wooden blade. "In that case, let me say it once more with a louder volume. Both of you, get your a*ses over here and prepare to die!"

"I'LL SLAUGHTER YOU!"

The muscular guy roared. Just when he wanted to lunge over, he was stopped by his colleague.

"Forget it, if we can't endure a small thing like this, it will spoil our great plan. We should focus on the competition."

The young man persuaded.