บท 109: The Problem & Solution. The Funny Event.

"....you are a trash."

Hearing these cold words Han Jiang's blood went cold, and his mind went black. {W-what did he say?}

"What-?"

"I said you are trash." These cold words resounded in his ears again. {Am I trash?...}

Han Jiang has never felt this offended before. His blood started to boil in anger. {N-no way!}

"You can't control your own affinity? What trash are you?"

{I'm...}

{not...}

"I'm not trash!" He shouted and used a spirit technique to attack or go against that voice.

Swish!

Clang! Clang! Clang!

Poof!

"...So you aren't trash, huh." Yuan's usually calm voice echoed through the arena. "Well done. You can use metal it seems."

"I'm not-! Wait what?" Han Jiang who was about to swing his sword for the strike stopped midway as he was bewildered. "What did you say? Metal?"