Before taking action, the man had already drawn everyone's attention by kicking away the Martial Artist beside him.
Now, as he threw the teacup, everyone in the teahouse watched intently.
A few people recognized Iwan Martinez.
They knew how formidable this guy was.
Now that two strong opponents were about to fight, everyone was eager to watch.
After all, top-level fighters were rare.
And top-level fighters rarely fought like this.
The teacup spun rapidly, flying toward Iwan Martinez with great speed and force.
Iwan Martinez raised his head, still maintaining his posture with both hands holding the sword.
"You can buy me a drink, but tea is out of the question."
He shook his head without making any move.
Crack!
The teacup exploded directly half a meter in front of him!
Tea splattered everywhere.
"You've got some skills." The man stood up, drew the gold-forged sword at his waist, and said coldly, "But if you don't drink this young master's tea, you're disrespecting me."
