When Bai Xiaojun saw Zhao Rong actually square up to fight him, he burst out laughing. "Little security guard, I, Bai Xiaojun, am a cultivator. You're just an ordinary little security guard, yet you want to fight a cultivator like me? Are you asking for death?"
Hearing this, Zhao Rong glanced at his opponent. Bai Xiaojun had been stripped naked by his push, with only a single leaf covering his private parts. Zhao Rong chuckled. "Bai Xiaojun, you're just a naked little runt, and you call yourself a cultivator? Well, aren't you something special."
Enraged by Zhao Rong's blatant disrespect, Bai Xiaojun bellowed, "Yellow-rank high-level Martial Technique, Bai's Rubber Fist!" As his shout ended, his fist turned as soft and elastic as rubber, yet it flew toward Zhao Rong with brutal, unstoppable force.
