"If I didn't kill your disciple, would you not have attacked?" Su Chengyu asked.
"No! I took someone's money to help them. Whether you killed my disciple or not, you have to die today." Zhao Chong said with a cold gaze.
"Then why are you still asking? A crooked stick will have a crooked shadow. You're exactly the same as your shameless disciple. You don't care about martial ethics!"
Su Chengyu spat in disdain. Zhao Chong's expression was as calm as an ancient well as he said, "Looks like Pojin did indeed die in your hands. Alright, since you killed my disciple, it's only right and proper for me to kill you."
"Then let's do it!"
At this point, Su Chengyu understood that this battle was unavoidable. However, he did not expect it to come so quickly.
Zhao Chong stomped his foot and charged over like a ferocious tiger. He was aggressive and his iron fist approached without any fancy moves, but Su Chengyu did not dare to let his guard down.
