Just like I figured, no difference at all.
Garcia Coleman would never split up that big spiritual stone mine fairly.
"Screw you! If you don't agree, let's fight!" Someone jumped up.
"Fight then, who's scared?!"
The Martial Saints stayed quiet, just watching everything unfold.
Everyone knew deep down that regular martial artists like them weren't the ones who'd decide this.
"Boom!"
Right then, a massive explosion blasted through the sky!
Someone had triggered a technique - a fireball big as the sun appeared out of nowhere, crashing down!
"Looking for death!"
Someone shot up, yelled, and thrust both hands skyward, meeting that huge fireball head-on!
The fireball actually got pushed back by those palms and exploded mid-air!
"Come on, better to die standing than live kneeling!" After that roar, someone charged forward!
Both sides erupted into all-out war instantly!
I sat there without a word, eyes coldly fixed on the Martial Saints and Garcia Coleman up front.
