Yagyu Ichiken opened his eyes, stood up, and said with disdain, "So, you're the 'more formidable expert' of this martial arts hall. My apologies."
His words were nothing but naked mockery, a blatant slap in the face.
Anyone could see that Tian Bingbing, having only reached the Late Qi-Training Stage, was far inferior to Tian Guangjin. She wasn't even as strong as several of the coaches.
"Cut the crap. Draw your sword," Tian Bingbing said coldly.
CLANG! Yagyu Ichiken drew his sword and sneered, "Since you overestimate your own abilities, I'll sever your meridians. You'll be a cripple in a wheelchair for the rest of your life."
Everyone was so filled with anger and frustration they were on the brink of madness. Some students covered their faces, but tears still streamed through their fingers. Many of the male students nearly ground their teeth to dust, bitter over their own weakness. They lacked the strength to defeat Yagyu Ichiken and didn't dare to step forward.
