"Your classmate is not up to par." That was what Jiang Xia had said, and Wang Wu had repeated it.
"Your disciple is not up to par." That was what Lin Mu said. It was also his counterattack.
In contrast to a verbal retort, Lin Mu hadn't even lifted a finger, yet Wang Wu was already seriously injured. The key point was that no one saw how Lin Mu had struck. The sudden turn of events had happened too fast. So fast that the expressions of contempt, ridicule, and tension were still frozen on everyone's faces.
What in the world just happened?
The expressions on countless faces solidified, simultaneously turning into shock. This lasted until Lin Mu spoke.
"You're an incompetent master, and the disciple you've taught is just as incompetent."
This sentence pierced Tian Boguang's heart like a sharp spike. In a low, ominous tone, he said, "Boy, you're courting death!"
Lin Mu slowly shook his head. "Don't say things like that. It's embarrassing."
