"Dead?"
Zhao Xu snorted coldly, grabbing Cheng Bugui by the hair. "I'd like to see how your so-called 'dog master' plans to kill me."
"It's not that I'm looking down on him, but if I, Zhao Xu, were to act, killing him would be easier than crushing an ant!"
With a murderous look, Zhao Xu continued, "How much could he have possibly achieved at such a young age?"
"I began my martial arts training at five, only crossed the threshold at eighteen, and now at thirty-five, I train diligently every day without slacking. Even so, I've only reached the realm of Inner Strength."
Zhao Xu then declared proudly, "But even with that, I'm called a genius! Countless people will never reach my level of achievement in their entire lifetime!"
"How old is that kid? Twenty-six? That's a full decade younger than me. How many years of training could he possibly have?"
