" The Master of Martial Arts Long Kun "

Only...

This is Master Long Kun.

It was all that Zhao Syaoran could think of looking at the dark face of the man in front of him.

Long Kun was totally different from the image in his mind.

After meeting Long Zhu in person, Zhao Syaoran had expectations that Long Kun would look more like his brother.

A tall, strong, terrifying yet friendly man.

However, everything in front of him was much worse than that.

Somehow, Long Kun was Long Zhu's brother.

However, he lacked sympathy.

When Long Tian took Zhao Syaoran to the training ground, he saw a small group of fifty people in the distance training.

They made aligned fighting movements while being guided by the scary screams of a slim man.

If Zhao Syaoran had imagined that that scary and slender man was Long Kun, he would never have accepted this training.

He would surely die!

Long Kun was slightly smaller than Long Zhu, he had a long beard that also had two white tracks of age.

His eyes were deep and blue and he tied his hair and dressed in feudal period clothes in shades of gray and navy.

An old man like that was visible and apparently weak.

His body showed no muscle and was slim.

However, Long Kun had thick skin and a dark aura.

Even someone who in the distance sees him as a docile old man, would run immediately when approaching his energy from him.

Long Kun's deep eyes looked at Zhao Syaoran.

He swallowed.

"So, you are the boy that Long Zhu told me about." Long Kun approached causing Zhao Syaoran to move away and run behind Long Tian.

"Why didn't you tell me that your uncle was scary ?!"

"Scary?" Long Tian looked at him confused.

It is true.

Ordinary people often say that when they meet Long Kun.

Even Long Tian remembered thinking that way a long time ago.

But now ...

He looked at Long Kun and saw a calm and charismatic old man.

At least, that's how he saw it now.

Long Kun was a good uncle for him.

Perhaps people did not understand it.

He turned to Zhao Syaoran.

"Yeah ... I think so."

"You think ?!"

"Well, he's my uncle, so I'm used to it." Long Tian shrugged.

"What kind of hell did you live in ?!"

Zhao Syaoran was now seriously concerned about Long Tian's sanity.

"Maybe the same hell you have to go through now, my boy," Long Kun replied.

"Forgive me master! I didn't mean to offend you! It's just that you are very strong and scary! Not that being scary is bad! You are an amazing and admirable person!"

Zhao Syaoran repeated more and more words as if he had been sentenced to death.

He repeatedly bowed.

"They all react that way at first." Long Tian made an uncomfortable face.

"Yes, all of them without exception," Long Kun agreed. "Young Zhao."

He caught the eye of Zhao Syaoran.

"Y-Yes!"

"Zhao Syaoran, right?"

"Yes sir! Master sir!

Now he looked like a soldier.

Long Kun did not stop laughing internally.

These young people today are fun.

"Are you Zhao Hua Lei's son, am I right? I heard you are also strong, and you have a powerful Lineage of the Thunder God, a Lightning Dragon-like Divine Beast, right?"

"En ..."

"How much is your power level currently?"

"1,697, Master Kun."

"1,697?! So strong! You have quite a growth."

"Thank you."

"Be careful, Long Tian, or you will end up losing." Long Kun walked away.

"Hm." Long Tian frowned.

"Follow me, you two."

Long Kun then proceeded to the training area.

Zhao Syaoran could hear Master Kun's apprentices more intensely.

The energy they emanated was also dark.

"Pause!" Long Kun then shouted raising his hand.

Zhao Syaoran was immediately taken aback by the sudden action.

The rest of the apprentices then stopped and wheezed in thanks.

The courtyard was now empty.

"Long Tian, get the weapons," Long Kun ordered.

Long Tian immediately walked to the other side of the arena.

He took two weapons from the sword holder and quickly returned.

One of them he joined Zhao Syaoran.

"Only..."

"I will measure your skills."

"Oh yes, so I'm going to fight Long Tian? I was really looking forward to it!" Zhao Syaoran breathed a sigh of relief.

"No, you will fight me."

Zhao Syaoran immediately felt his life force his leave his body.

It?

Fight with Long Kun ?!

Would that be your early end ?!

"I think I feel a little sick."

"Nonsense!"

"Do I have time to pray to the gods?"

"Pray as much as you like, I won't go easy on you."

"It was what I feared most ..."

Zhao Syaoran really felt an intense cold in his spine.

"You know, I think I don't want to be a Divine Expert thinking now, it's not the right thing for me, you know?"

"Go to the arena now," Long Kun intoned.

"Yes sir."

Zhao Syaoran let his body react by itself and quickly ran into the middle of the arena.

He was dying inside.

Soon, he felt that after that day, not even his shadow powder from him would remain.