The Heavenly Tiger Swordsman
Slumbers

Hao Zhao was already tightly grasping the sword in his hand, ready to swing it indiscriminately either towards Yang Gao or Yue Yie if both of them did indeed have bad intentions on him.

“Hurry attack me, do not make me wait long like this," said Hao Zhao with the look of his eyes that did not escape the slightest movement of Yue Yie and Yang Gao.

Hao Zhao chose not to attack first because he understood, if you lose the amount in a fight is not a good thing.

Added to the fact that Hao Zhao was simply unable to read Yang Gao's level of strength which was the first time after all this time, making Hao Zhao become even more vigilant.

Not being able to read one's level of strength meant two things, namely between Yang Gao who was not a swordsman or Yang Gao who was a swordsman with a higher level than Hao Zhao.

Seeing from Yang Gao being able to hide his presence clearly Hao Zhao chose the second option, where Yang Gao had most likely been a warrior figure who was above him.

“I used to be the strongest among warriors, who would have thought that in the present there was a warrior who had a power higher than me" Hao Zhao muttered.

Hao Zhao continued to watch the movements of Yue Yie as well as Yang Gao, in addition to the two who were confused, how to try to explain to Hao Zhao that his conjecture regarding them was completely wrong.

“Teacher, he's like so put anger on us. What do we have to do to get rid of his anger?" yue Yie asked Yang Gao, so unfamiliar with the cold glare that Hao Zhao pointed at him.

There was a sense of unease when Yue Yie received such an eye highlight, plus her chest somehow felt tight together with it.

“Muridku, close your eyes. Don't look him in the eye, it's dangerous." Yang Gao immediately, when he realized that there was something that Hao Zhao was trying to do with the look in his eyes.

“What is a style or what?" Yang Gao was full of question marks, trying to guess how just a single look could have a real impact on the mind as well as the body of someone who looked at him.

Yang Gao might be able to suppress also disregard the look in Hao Zhao's eyes because he was on a level stronger than Hao Zhao, while Yue Yie was completely unable to do that. Making Yang Gao worry afraid of his students why-why.

Yue Yie simply obeyed her teacher. Where true, the discomfort he had felt immediately disappeared as well as the tightness in his chest that began to gradually improve.

Hao Zhao clucked in annoyance at seeing Yue Yie close his eyes, quite impressed as well as how Yang Gao could guess the situation that quickly in just a short period of time.

The gaze of the Heavenly Tiger Eye, that was what Hao Zhao used to put pressure on the person he was staring at. Where it is one of the many moves from the Heavenly Tiger Martial Book that almost all of his life has learned.

“I know it won't be easy" Hao Zhao said as he tightened his grip on his sword, feeling futile that he was using enough of his inner strength for the stare.

“This old man did not react at all to the look in my eyes, it would be useless if I continued to stubbornly use a stance that did not have any impact on him." Hao Zhao pulled his nurse back, making his eyes that had been emitting a faint bluish glow now disappear.

Yang Gao realized Hao Zhao pulled his nurse over immediately with a smile, before walking in slow steps to approach Hao Zhao.

“Nak, you're talented. Do not force your body that is not okay or your talent will be useless" Yang Gao said with a shady smile, it looked completely unperturbed with Hao Zhao who could at any time slash a sword at him.

Hao Zhao looked at Yang Gao silently questioning the intent of his words, before the intense pain felt from within Hao Zhao's body made Hao Zhao remember the deep wounds he had suffered.

Hao Zhao did use his inner power quite excessively, making some of the inner power that should be used to suppress the wound now used to use his skill.

“Uhukk!!!" Blood flowed from the edge of Hao Zhao's lips, a sign of his internal wound returning from a lack of inner strength to suppress the wound.

“See? You're gonna destroy your own body if you keep pushing yourself like this, now let me help you feel better about this." Yang Gao raised his hand to touch Hao Zhao's face.

Hao Zhao saw that there was a palm wanting to grab his face was obviously not silent at all, where Hao Zhao tried to swing his sword towards Yang Gao's wrist to cut it off.

Slashhh!!!

Yang Gao did not dodge at all when Hao Zhao's sword tried to slash his wrist. Where the immediate appearance of the wound from there made Yang Gao have to endure the pain, completely not expecting the attack from Hao Zhao to be able to injure him like that.

“What? Should her wrist have been severed, why would only a small wound appear from there?" Hao Zhao saw that it was obviously not at all satisfied, feeling so humiliated of him because such a thing was the first time he had been a swordsman.

All those who were hit by Hao Zhao's sword were mostly dead or disabled for the rest of their lives, now that one slash could not even cut the wrist of Hao Zhao naturally questioned how strong the old man before him was able to do that.

“For an attack from someone who is suffering from deep wounds quite badly like you, your attack is not bad at all. why do you seem disappointed because of this?" yang Gao asked noticing Hao Zhao's ugly expression.

“Because I can't let my enemy live at all let alone not lose at least one of his limbs after daring to deal with me, are you satisfied after hearing my answer?" Hao Zhao seemed to hold back in fury.

Yang Gao hearing Hao Zhao's words clearly immediately felt shocked, never thinking he would have the chance to meet a younger generation who had such a cruel path of mind.

“Son, after hearing your words I became curious what kind of life you have lived until you got to this point." Yang Gao with a small smile, before touching his hand right on Hao Zhao's face after which drained a considerable amount of deep energy towards his hand.

Hao Zhao was clearly trying to rebel to remove Yang Gao's palm from his face, before feeling the warm air from that palm slowly entering his body.

So warm, that was what Hao Zhao felt. Where not long after Hao Zhao immediately realized, if the same warm air was trying to help him suppress the deep wounds that were in the stage of recurrence.

“Ap— what is this old man trying to do?" mumbled Hao Zhao before feeling the extreme drowsiness approaching him, where before long Hao Zhao had to close his eyes asleep due to the drowsiness.