I Became the Youngest Disciple of the Martial God

Now, it was up to Barter to decide how things would proceed.

If he snapped and came at me, I would have no choice but to leave him half dead.

There were two reasons it might come to that.

Either he lost his temper because he valued his pride over his duty...

Or he was an even bigger fool than I thought and failed to grasp the intent behind my strike.

Neither outcome would be fun for me.

For all his poor judgment, Barter was still undeniably skilled. If he came at me like his life was on the line, I’d have to get pretty damn serious.

Of course, neither of us would benefit from a fight like that.

It was a recipe for a small-scale catastrophe...