My Co-renting Lady Boss
Chapter 336 - 0336: Martial Master Toilet

Chapter 336: Chapter 0336: Martial Master Toilet

"Toilet?" Tang Ming was momentarily stunned and asked uncertainly:

"Old gentleman, what’s your name?"

Ma Tong’s face darkened, and he said through gritted teeth, "My name is Ma Tong, ’Tong’ as in ’pain’."

"Ah, sorry, sorry, I misheard it as ’toilet.’" Tang Ming apologized repeatedly, embarrassedly adding:

"I was wondering how the elder gentleman could possibly be named ’toilet’; that name is too dirty."

"Cut the crap. Are you going to accept the duel or not?" Ma Tong roared, his face an ashen blue as he seethed with rage inside:

"This damn kid actually dares to make fun of my name. Originally, I just wanted to teach him a lesson, but now I’ve decided I will disable him in a moment."

"Since the conditions have been laid out, if I didn’t accept, wouldn’t I be letting down the trust of the many homeowners in the slum area? Let’s do it!"

Tang Ming nodded his head, battle intent rising in his eyes.

Dueling with Ma Benyue was purely entertainment for Tang Ming, but facing Ma Tong, a true martial master and a formidable opponent, was different. He had to give his one hundred percent focus to truly test himself.

"I am Ma Tong, a One-star Martial Master in cultivation." After deciding on the battle, Ma Tong gave a respectful bow with hands clasped, exhibiting the demeanor of a noble.

"My name is Tang Ming, ’Tang Ming’ like in Tang Ming Emperor. As for cultivation, you’ll naturally find out once we get started," he said.

Tang Ming too took a fighting stance but did not reveal his level of cultivation.

"Young brother, you are not playing by the book, huh? But no matter, we’ll see the truth in action," Ma Tong said with a slight smile, suddenly stomping his foot, causing the stage to tremble, while a strong aura surged from him.

"Is this the aura of a martial master?" Tang Ming watched Ma Tong with a serious expression, reflecting inwardly:

"Although it’s only a Half-step difference, the gap seems vast. Based on the current situation, my punches and kicks won’t hurt Ma Tong in the short term, but if he lands even a single hit on me, I could either die or be crippled. This fight won’t be easy to handle!"

"Young brother, come on, I’ll let you make the first move so that no one can accuse me of bullying a junior," Ma Tong said after getting into position, with a generous tone.

"I always respect my elders and cherish the young," Tang Ming smiled, saying modestly:

"I won’t stand on ceremony this time."

No sooner had he finished speaking, Tang Ming sprang forward like a leopard.

Having heard Tang Ming’s words, Ma Tong thought Tang Ming would let him make the first move, but to his surprise, Tang Ming suddenly attacked, which had nothing to do with respecting the old and loving the young.

"Good," Ma Tong huffed lightly as he saw Tang Ming’s fist coming at him, raising his hand swiftly to meet Tang Ming’s punch with a straightforward, brute-force approach.

Ma Tong’s thought process was simple. Though he already knew Tang Ming was of martial master cultivation, he was confident that, in terms of power and experience, Tang Ming couldn’t match his many years of cultivation, hence he opted for a direct confrontation.

Seeing Ma Tong’s fist coming at him with a burst of wind, Tang Ming immediately twisted his body to avoid a direct clash and started to use his movement technique to begin a hit-and-run strategy.

Are you kidding, Tang Ming is just a Half-step Martial Master now, while Ma Tong is a bona fide martial master who has broken through after many years. Once they clash head-on, the one to suffer will definitely be Tang Ming.

After the fight started, everyone in the venue held their breath because this fight was going to be much more exciting than Tang Ming’s brutal takedown of Ma Benyue, not to mention no one knew if Tang Ming could actually defeat Ma Tong, creating an incredibly tense atmosphere.

Seeing Tang Ming actually taking on the old man and not being instantly killed, brothers Ma Gangjian and Ma Gangqiang broke out in a cold sweat, exchanging horrified glances.

"Little brother, you almost got me killed!" Ma Gangjian glared at Ma Gangqiang, grinding his teeth as he said:

"You said before that Tang Ming was just a low-level martial artist, but he can actually exchange blows with grandfather. You even had me go looking for trouble with him; if he had not shown mercy, I would be dead by now."

"I, I didn’t expect he’d actually be a martial master." Ma Gangqiang wiped his cold sweat and said begrudgingly:

"If I had known this, not even with a hundred guts would I dare to trouble him!"

"It’s over, all over." Ma Gangqiang thought anxiously to himself:

"I don’t know if the assassination order I issued with Qin Haitao can be canceled. Assassinating a martial master powerhouse, isn’t that a joke? If Tang Ming finds out, I’ll definitely die a miserable death."

"Damn it, now we can only pray grandfather can take him down, otherwise, we better not provoke him in the future. He’s not someone we can afford to offend."

Ma Gangjian sighed.

"Grandfather is a powerful martial master, he can definitely kill Tang Ming, definitely."

Ma Gangqiang kept praying for Tang Ming to die at the hands of the old man, as if Tang Ming won, he would have no choice but to keep a low profile in front of Tang Ming from then on.

"Damn bastard, knowing he was a powerful martial master and still agreeing to duel with me."

Ma Benyue, with a bruised face, glowered at Tang Ming, likewise hoping the old man could take down Tang Ming.

"So, so strong!" Xia Wei’er, sitting in the audience, clenched her fists tightly, her face full of admiration as she watched the figure darting and dodging around the arena; she had known Tang Ming was powerful, but she had never expected him to be this formidable.

Tang Ming on the stage was dripping with sweat, feeling unprecedented pressure from Ma Tong. The opponent’s every move was fierce and domineering, and a single hit was enough to end the battle, whereas his own attacks on Ma Tong didn’t carry the same lethal force.

Relying on his movement technique and extensive combat experience, Tang Ming turned into a series of phantoms, winding around Ma Tong while dodging his attacks and seeking opportunities to counter.

Ma Tong hadn’t expected Tang Ming’s movement technique to be so agile, nor his combat experience to be on par with his own. Although he had the power to crush Tang Ming, he couldn’t lay a finger on him; Tang Ming was like a slippery eel, perfectly avoiding each of his strikes, sometimes even managing to land a few hits on him.

"Hahaha!" After getting kicked by Tang Ming, Ma Tong burst out laughing, casually flicking his shoulder where he was kicked, and shouted proudly:

"I thought you were already at the Martial Master Realm, but it turns out you’re just a Half-step Martial Master, quite far from it indeed!"

"Hehe, a Half-step Martial Master is still a martial master, and just like that, I can easily take down your son." Tang Ming smiled nonchalantly, though a layer of cold sweat formed on his forehead—the intense focus required for this battle was an enormous drain on him.

"What a pity, though a Half-step Martial Master is only half a step away from a true martial master, the gap between the two is as vast as that between heaven and earth, you are definitely no match for me."

Ma Tong said with absolute certainty.

"Really? But it seems I’ve already landed three punches and two kicks on you while you haven’t even touched my clothes. What makes you so confident that you can win?"

Tang Ming asked playfully.