"Trash, why do I need to know who you are? Get the hell out now, and I'll leave you a shred of dignity. Otherwise, I'll have someone carry you out!" Zhou Yang sneered, his grin stabbing into Luo Ming's heart like a steel blade, twisting painfully.
A guy from who knows where dares to speak so rudely to me, the popular figure at Heaven and Earth Martial Hall. Luo Ming felt the surrounding henchmen whispering about him, and his face burned with embarrassment.
"Bastard! You sound so absolute, looks like you're itching for a fight, huh?!" Luo Ming spat out through gritted teeth, his face slightly flushed.
"A fight?" Zhou Yang smirked playfully, "With you? What a waste of my energy..."
This was Zhou Yang's truth; even before his Inner Strength progressed, he was confident he could crush Luo Ming. Now, having reached the fourth stage of Inner Strength, he could cripple Luo Ming with two hands and a leg, utterly unchallenging.
