The young man's pupils widened. He tried to dodge, but the True Qi suddenly changed its trajectory in mid-air. With a sharp CRACK, it struck his arm.
"Hiss!"
The young man let out a muffled grunt; his arm was clearly injured.
"Cousin, Yang Fan isn't here with this gentleman. Hurry up and tell us what you know."
Seeing this, the leader of the remaining three hurriedly spoke to Tian Lili.
Tian Lili hadn't expected Zhao Rui to be so ruthless, attacking without a moment's hesitation. She certainly hadn't expected him to be this powerful.
And from the sound of her cousin's voice, he seemed terrified of the man.
'How is this the skill of a Level 8?'
'Her cousin is a Level 9 Martial Artist!'
The inexplicable rage Tian Lili had felt just a moment ago instantly vanished, and she sobered up completely.
"Yesterday... yesterday, I was watching the match and saw him getting really friendly with some woman next to him. I... I slapped him and left!"
