Chapter: 1634
At first glance, the warrior with the large build seemed to have the advantage. He was as big as a bear and had tremendous muscles to match. But the small warrior who stood up to him didn�t back down from the argument.
Pyo-wol did not recognize the two men.�
The one who was bothered the most by the two men�s fighting was an old craftsman who seemed to be the owner of the workshop.
The old craftsman shouted out,
�I told you to go somewhere else and not make a scene here! My workshop is not open anymore, so there�s no reason for the two of you to keep arguing here!�
�Shut up, old man!�
�Mind your own business!�
The old craftsman�s pleas didn�t do anything to stop the two men. Rather, they even glared at each other with even more ferocity.
�You�d better leave now.�
�Screw you!�
�For this little brat to have such arrogance��
It was the bigger martial artist who lost his temper first. He swung a fist the size of a pot lid, but the smaller man countered with his own move.�
Boom!
Their collision broke the poorly built workshop apart.
�You damn bastards! Please stop! I said I won�t be handling weapons anymore!�
The old craftsman pleaded and shouted, but the two men paid no attention to him.�
The old craftsman was similar to a patriarch of the workshop district.�
Many craftsmen in the area learned how to handle iron from him. That was how skilled he was. However, he was now too old and sick to continue operating his workshop. So now, he was merely guarding it out of boredom and did not perform any actual work.
But somewhere along the line, those two men had heard of his reputation, causing them to barge in front of his workshop early in the morning, insisting that they wanted him to sharpen their weapons.
The old craftsman, Hong Noya, told them that he had already decided to put down his hammer for good. But those two men did not listen to him.
�You rascals, please listen to me!�
Hong Noya shouted, but he couldn�t stop the two men from fighting.
�What�s going on?�
�Oh no!�
The nearby workshop owners rushed over, but they had no particular skill in handling this situation.
One workshop owner spoke to a young martial artist beside him who had come as a customer.
�Please stop them!�
�Why me?�
�Please sir! He is like a teacher to me. If you can stop them from fighting� I�ll even repair your weapons for free!�
�Hey! Are you implying that I should make them hold a grudge against me?� JrNovels.com
Pyo-wol did not recognize the two men.�
The one who was bothered the most by the two men�s fighting was an old craftsman who seemed to be the owner of the workshop.
The old craftsman shouted out,
�I told you to go somewhere else and not make a scene here! My workshop is not open anymore, so there�s no reason for the two of you to keep arguing here!�
�Shut up, old man!�
�Mind your own business!�
The old craftsman�s pleas didn�t do anything to stop the two men. Rather, they even glared at each other with even more ferocity.
�You�d better leave now.�
�Screw you!�
�For this little brat to have such arrogance��
It was the bigger martial artist who lost his temper first. He swung a fist the size of a pot lid, but the smaller man countered with his own move.�
Boom!
Their collision broke the poorly built workshop apart.
�You damn bastards! Please stop! I said I won�t be handling weapons anymore!�
The old craftsman pleaded and shouted, but the two men paid no attention to him.�
The old craftsman was similar to a patriarch of the workshop district.�
Many craftsmen in the area learned how to handle iron from him. That was how skilled he was. However, he was now too old and sick to continue operating his workshop. So now, he was merely guarding it out of boredom and did not perform any actual work.
But somewhere along the line, those two men had heard of his reputation, causing them to barge in front of his workshop early in the morning, insisting that they wanted him to sharpen their weapons.
The old craftsman, Hong Noya, told them that he had already decided to put down his hammer for good. But those two men did not listen to him.
�You rascals, please listen to me!�
Hong Noya shouted, but he couldn�t stop the two men from fighting.
�What�s going on?�
�Oh no!�
The nearby workshop owners rushed over, but they had no particular skill in handling this situation.
One workshop owner spoke to a young martial artist beside him who had come as a customer.
�Please stop them!�
�Why me?�
�Please sir! He is like a teacher to me. If you can stop them from fighting� I�ll even repair your weapons for free!�
�Hey! Are you implying that I should make them hold a grudge against me?� JrNovels.com
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