"Hmm!"
Bardon Bard nodded heavily.
He had been tolerating again and again, but Tyrion Mallory didn't show any compassion for his fellow Forest Disciple, his moves were ruthless, clearly wanting to cripple him.
Therefore, he didn't want to tolerate it any longer.
Tyrion Mallory sneered: "Bardon Bard, come on, quickly show me your true abilities!
I'd like to see how far your cultivation and strength have progressed during this time outside!"
"How could this guy possibly be a match for Senior Brother Tyrion, what a pretender!"
"Senior Brother Tyrion, you don't have to hold back, let's get serious!"
"If we don't get serious, I'm afraid this guy won't leave!"
The other Forest Disciples also spoke up one after another, their gaze towards Bardon Bard filled with mockery.
Tyrion Mallory stood with his hands behind his back, posing as a saintly monk, and said loudly, "Everyone, rest assured, if this guy dares to fight back, I will cripple him!"
