"Yo, young fellow, are you dissatisfied and still want to compete with me?"
The old man's aim was this kind of fighting spirit. He was testing whether Chen Tianlong had the will to fight and whether he was trustworthy enough to pass on his teachings.
"Let's compete then."
With the Dragon Slayer Sword in hand, Chen Tianlong was full of confidence. He had to curb the old man's arrogance; otherwise, he would be bullied endlessly, even forced to beg for teachings.
"Hahaha, young man, I like you. Come, let's practice since it's just the two of us in this vast valley. Let's find some fun."
Having said that, the old man started to position his hands, ready to take on the challenge.
"Old man, I'm not playing with you. You look down on me, facing my sword empty-handed."
Chen Tianlong felt it was disrespectful to face him without a weapon.
