"Kid, it seems you're looking for death."
Suddenly, a man from the crowd charged towards Wang Zhan.
Wang Zhan's expression changed. He clenched his fist, and a Fire Dragon materialized in his hand, which he fiercely hurled towards the man's chest.
The man hadn't even reacted before intense pain spread across his chest. Just like that, he was sent flying backward.
Wang Zhan quickly rose, stepping on the man's chest while he was still mid-air. The man crashed heavily to the ground, and Wang Zhan stood over him, looking down for a moment before coldly chastising, "You useless loser. How dare you shout at me all alone?"
The man was furious but lacked the strength to fight back. Clutching his chest, he glared at Wang Zhan, his eyes blazing with fury.
"So arrogant!"
Suddenly, everyone in the crowd widened their eyes and charged towards Wang Zhan.
Their speed was astonishing.
