"Did I hear that right? Brothers, he said... 'What if I say no?' HAHAHAHA!"
The Martial Artist mimicked Qin Li's cold expression, a mocking sneer on his face as he laughed. "Damn it, kid, don't try to act tough with me! Just look at this pathetic crew you've got. One big, dumb brute; one pretty boy who's all show and no go; and two unbelievably ugly women. Tsk tsk, what a lineup. I'm fucking dying to laugh. I have no idea how you lot even made it here. Say no? The consequence of saying no is..."
As the Martial Artist spoke, his body shot toward Qin Li like a bolt of lightning. He swung his right arm viciously, sending a fist whistling through the air toward Qin Li's face. A deep, cyan light flared up around his body!
"Die!"
The moment the word "Die!" left the Martial Artist's lips, his fist, large as a bowl, was already right in front of Qin Li!
Qin Li could even feel the scorching wave of heat in the air. This Martial Artist's combat technique was a Fire Attribute one.
