After she finished speaking, Chen Ling's expression grew even more arrogant, like a swan craning its neck.
The ability to make a master like Tiemu Chuan—a man at Jiao Tendon Realm Perfection—obey with a single word proved she was no ordinary person.
She was simply unwilling to deal with Su Yu directly, as she knew she was somewhat in the wrong.
'But this kid should realize how powerful I am by now!'
However, Su Yu's only response was a placid, "Are you done?"
Seeing his indifference, Chen Ling's face fell, and her anger flared. "Hey! Didn't you hear a word I said?"
"In the duel tomorrow, Tiemu Chuan is going to cripple you!"
"I heard you. So what?"
"You utter fool!"
"Please leave, Miss Chen. When you're ready to apologize, you can come back for your bell."
Su Yu stood up, showing her the door. He had always hated being forced to do things.
As for the duel tomorrow... 'Since Tiemu Chuan plans to cripple me, he can't blame me for being ruthless.'
