CRACK.
THUD THUD THUD!
The fiery red Scorching Flames collided fiercely with the black sorcery energy. The crisp sound of a bone fracturing and the stumbling of retreating footsteps rang out at the same time.
"I lost."
Though he was incredibly reluctant, Brother Hei was decisive. Enduring the pain from his fracture, he looked at Qin Lin. "Since you can withstand my attack, this matter is settled. However, you need to hand these two bastards over to me. I still have use for them. Our Black Demon Sect keeps its word. As long as you don't provoke us in the future, this matter ends here."
"Fine!"
"You're a talented man," Brother Hei said. "I hope you live a long life—at least, don't die before I do. Once I reach the Grandmaster stage and fully master the Black Demon Great Technique, I will return to challenge you again! Let's go."
With that, he turned and left without a moment's hesitation.
"Yes, sir."
"After you, Brother Hei."
