"You're asking to die!"
Struck where it hurt, Tan Lao flew into a rage out of embarrassment and charged at Yang Qi again.
By this time, Yang Qi was at a serious disadvantage, and the joy of battle was long gone. He had no choice but to use Spirit Talismans and Mystical Skills to compensate for his weakness.
In truth, he was quite upset. He wanted to defeat his opponent fair and square, not like this.
"Mr. Yang, stand down."
Just then, a middle-aged man appeared, a long case strapped to his back. He stepped in front of Yang Qi.
"And you are?" Yang Qi asked. He recognized the man as Uncle Jian, who had appeared on Kangshan before, along with several others.
"Mr. Yang, this is how a Martial Artist fights. Watch closely!" Uncle Jian said, paying Yang Qi no mind. He then fixed his gaze on Tan Lao. "It's not too late for you to stop now!"
