With Strong Wings You Betray Your Master, Why Cry When I Held Back a Trick

"Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms, and you betray your master after learning just seventeen?"

"Are you serious?"

Chen Feng watched helplessly as his painstakingly trained disciple, fresh off a championship victory, publicly abandoned him.

"You had your chance, but you didn’t appreciate it. Now, face the consequences of your choice!"

Chen Feng possessed the "Master System," a treasure trove of supreme martial arts techniques, capable of molding ordinary individuals into peerless prodigies.

"Legs like yours? A shame not to train in the Crippling Kick."

"Ever heard of a palm strike that descends from the heavens?"

"Auntie! I see extraordinary bone structure in you—a martial arts prodigy, one in ten thousand."

The once-defiant senior disciple, now watching her juniors rise to fame one after another, dominating the internet, was consumed by endless regret.