25 Chapter Twenty-One: Big Trouble_2
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“What an arrogant bunch.” Tang Luo clicked his tongue in surprise. There were actually people in Xiling who would dare to disrespect the Tang Clan. It was obvious that the Mi Family was backing these martial arts fields, otherwise, who would dare to detain the members of the Tang Family in such a brazen manner?

But in this instance, the two fools were indeed in the wrong. It was already gutsy of them to enter competitions to earn money, then these blockheads also plotted to fix a match to scam more money.

“The young calf doesn’t fear the tiger,” Tang Luo saluted Du Ze with a thumbs up, impressed, before standing up.

“Instructor Tang..” Du Ze’s face was filled with anxiety and he couldn’t help but ask, “You know now, right? We truly didn’t betray the Tang Clan.”

Tang Luo patted off the dust on his back and casually replied, “Betrayal? It’s just a joke; don’t take it so seriously.”

Du Ze couldn’t believe that these words had come from the mouth of a young master in the main line of the family. To downplay such a hefty accusation of betrayal as merely a joke… How can you be so frivolous, you irresponsible young master! Our lives are fragile.

“Oh, by the way,” Tang Luo patted the shoulder of the young man still slumped on the ground and casually said, “Instructor Bo Shan might not necessarily get you guys out. If the Battle Hall is alerted… well, the consequences would be no better than having actually betrayed the Clan.”

This scared Du Ze out of his wits, making his whole body shudder like a sieve. How could the Lunjiang Martial Arts Hall dare not respect an instructor from the Tang Family? Could Instructor Tang be trying to scare him again? He looked at Tang Luo with pleading eyes, hoping this would be another jest.

Sorry, kid, it’s not. Tang Luo chuckled, shaking his finger at him.

Ding Gaolang is a peak martial artist from the Mortal Realm and is backed by the Mi Clan. With this information as leverage, how could he easily let you go?

While Bo Shan is considered a pro among Mortal Realm fighters, the gap in spiritual power between him and Ding Gaolang is massive. And that’s before you consider his handicap of having one arm. There’s no hope of him managing a rescue.

no easy way for Pang Yan to be brought back, and the Tang Clan Martial Hall’s reputation is also a

the Martial Hall will still have to intervene. But with a face lost so gravely, the

be worse than death, all because of the great disgrace these two

Luo’s reaction, Du Ze suddenly understood

Du Ze sobbed in fear. I don’t want to die, don’t want to die, I truly don’t want

head on the ground, his wailing

flesh-and-blood body collided with the ground, splattering the earth with

in the distance were all forced to look at each other in bewilderment, not understanding how the situation had become like this so

Ze’s reactions. Lowering his gaze, he saw the ground

Are you trying

at Du Ze’s collar and

his eyes, staining them red. Whether it was blood or tears, fluid continued to drip down from the corners of

Tang Luo frowned, looking at the boy in front of him, who was now entirely covered

Clan really that

Luo had been instructing at Cultivation Ground No.7. He could call the name of each of the dozens of students, despite most of them being somewhat slow. However, they were all human beings

he had forgotten the origins of these young men. They were all orphans, raised by the Martial Hall with the mere intention of serving as lackeys and cannon fodder.

really didn’t want to die, really didn’t. Tear drops fell

Du Ze up by his

die easily. Understand?” Tang Luo levelled Du Ze’s line of sight with his own. “I will

head, tears instantaneously mixing with the blood on his forehead. He wanted to say something, but his mouth was full of blood and gravel, making his words sound more like a gasping hiss than

front of him, somewhat stupefied. The blood was gushing out so much that he might bleed to death in

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