Chapter Two Hundred and Twelve: Lesson

Tang Xing wiped off the blood from his mouth, propped himself up with his hands, and clutching at his chest, walked up to the hall's high platform.

The young man was injured, but his eyes no longer avoided sight, he walked up to Tang Luo, looking directly at his own brother.

Finally, a bit like a martial artist. Tang Luo coldly snorted, "Another lesson for you, a true man in this world, who diligently practices martial arts, must at the very least be able to protect the people by his side."

"Regardless of whether you truly like this slave or merely succumbed to a momentary lust. Once you've slept with her, she becomes your woman. The destiny of her life and death is for you alone to decide, not anyone else, not even our parents! If you cannot even protect your own woman, what good are you? Give up the martial arts and go home to be a rice worm!"

"This kick is punishment for your incompetence!"