The attack was blocked, but Wu Baojun sneered contemptuously, "Old thing, to take one of my hammers and not die, you do have some skill."
"Young man, when it's possible, give others a way out. You've already won, so why go for the kill? Do you really think that just because you've apprenticed under Zhao Baoming, you can disregard my Iron Fist Sect?"
Mo Deyuan stood with his hands behind his back, enduring the piercing pain coming from his arm, silently lamenting in his heart. Yet, for the reputation of his sect, he couldn't take even a single step back.
Wu Baojun hoisted the Gua Hammer onto his shoulder, looking at Mo Deyuan with eyes full of disdain, "So what if I do?"
With Zhao Baoming on the verge of breaking through, by then, he would be the disciple of a Grandmaster, why should he care about a second-rate sect like Iron Fist Sect?
In the Martial Arts World, it has always been the strong who are respected!
"Arrogant!"
