Chapter 204 - 206: Representatives of the Hidden Family Vomiting Blood
"So this is your apprentice? The strength of Headmaster Xuanyuan’s education is nothing more than this after all."
Seeing that Mu Can’s strength was only at the peak of Martial Venerate, members of the Hidden Family scoffed. Among the younger generation of the Hidden Family, many had already stepped into the Basic Level of Martial Saint. Now looking at Xuanyuan Mingkong’s beloved apprentice, who was only at the peak of Martial Venerate, they instantly lowered the level of importance they attributed to Mu Can.
"And what might you be? How dare you insult my master?" Having heard someone daring to insult his most revered master, Mu Can felt a surge of anger rise within him. If Mu Can’s respect for the Heavenly Dao Thief was due to his strength, then his respect for Xuanyuan Mingkong was truly because Xuanyuan Mingkong treated him like his own grandson.
"And what might you be? Who gave you the right to speak when we are talking? Have they not beaten you hard enough?"
"Exactly, where is Yao Wenbing? Hasn’t this kid been beaten up by you guys before?"
"Come over and let’s teach him a lesson again. In the comparison of strengths among the younger generation, don’t worry, the older generation won’t interfere."
The Elders of the Hidden Family were clamoring as if they were injected with chicken blood. They couldn’t win over Xuanyuan Mingkong at the negotiating table, and were also constantly suppressed by Xuanyuan Mingkong in terms of strength. Now, having the chance to let their own younger generation educate Xuanyuan Mingkong’s apprentice, each of them was incredibly thrilled.
"Oh?" Interrupting their conversation, Mu Can’s expression changed as he looked oddly at Yao Wenbing and the others in the distance.
"Look at him, he’s scared, isn’t he? His face even changed color. Don’t worry, it’s just a friendly match, there won’t be any danger."
"Yeah, rest assured, I’ll have them go easy on you. After all, you are Headmaster Xuanyuan’s apprentice, we won’t let you get hurt."
"Haha, look at him, just the mention of a friendly match and his face doesn’t look right, like he’s constipated."