Frost's speed hit its limit instantly, but every time, I dodged at exactly the right second!
Frost Kendrick kept missing his attacks, getting more and more pissed off.
Garcia Coleman's expression grew uglier by the moment.
If a Martial Saint couldn't take down a Military Marquis fast, they were already considered a failure!
The crowd around us began murmuring among themselves.
"Holy shit, can Mason Raymond actually go toe-to-toe with a Martial Saint?"
"Is this Martial Saint too pathetic, or is Mason Raymond just that strong?"
"Damn, with skills like that at only Military Marquis level, imagine how scary he'll be once he breaks through to Martial Saint!"
The chatter around us made Frost Kendrick even more furious.
He glared at me coldly and said, "All you do is run away?"
"So what if I dodge? Who told you to be such a slowpoke?" I shot back.
"A Martial Saint with such pitiful skills, and you're still running your mouth?"
