"What the fuck did you just say?" Zhang Meng dug his ear.
"Take your useless little brother and disappear from my sight immediately. I don't want to cause trouble today, and besides, you're too weak, not my match!" Ling Fan shook his head.
It was his first day here, and he truly didn't want to stir up trouble. In his eyes, the Martial Arts Pavilion of this school was nothing special. There weren't any real masters, and to make a move against these people would be a bit of a bully.
"Damn it, you dare to look down upon me, Zhang Meng? You actually dared to insult me, saying I'm not your match?" Zhang Meng looked at Ling Fan, who appeared nonchalant in front of him.
In his eyes, he could beat eight of the likes of Ling Fan with just one hand.
The next second, Zhang Meng bellowed and charged at Ling Fan like a moving fortress. The mere inertial impact of his body could smash through a wall, let alone a person.
