His eyes focused on the camera footage, and he shouted loudly:
"Old Dong, you'd better be careful! This pesky kid can't be measured by common sense."
"Of course I know, but Old Lu, not everyone is as weak as you, hahaha!"
"Damn..."
Lu Zhuxiao's face turned dark, and he almost blurted out some curses.
But he saw Meng Chuan slowly putting on his fist blades, and his expression tensed as he focused on stabilizing the equipment.
"You have to win, beat that foul-mouthed Old Dong to a pulp..."
Lu Zhuxiao tightened his grip on the camera, silently cheering for Meng Chuan, his palms sweating from the tension.
A disciple surpassing the master, and even exceeding the mountains that he himself has never reached.
Few things in the world are more exhilarating...
...
Meng Chuan and his mentor stood facing each other from a distance, rainwater splashing down their faces.
Today, he was going to commit the "outrageous" act...
