Yang Hu's shoulders shook with laughter. This guy was truly something else.
But he could tell that this Su Ling didn't mean any harm. Furthermore, Su Yan, the old Prince, was famous in the Martial Department for his integrity and impartiality. This preconceived notion meant Yang Hu didn't have a bad impression of Su Ling.
Young, playful, loves to show off, and fond of flaunting his power. He certainly checked all those boxes.
"What are you all standing around for? Go back to your homes and find your mothers!" Su Ling rubbed his backside, lifted his sword, and yelled indignantly at the crowd.
The crowd: "..."
Wasn't he the one who just told everyone not to leave? To stay and watch the show, and personally witness his remarkable poise?
Remarkable, my ass! Now that he's losing face after being repeatedly knocked down, he's telling everyone to leave? The guy is shameless.
"Young Master Su Ling, we haven't seen your remarkable poise yet!" someone couldn't help but tease.
