Ross looked up at Ji Jingqiu, his gaze shifting from disdain to looking up, filled with deep wariness.
"It seems you can't give me a good fight," Ji Jingqiu looked down at him and whispered, "You're not even a match for my 'friend.' With the Martial Arts heritage he has, if he reached my current level of cultivation body progress, you might not be able to withstand his three strikes."
Ross's face, already flushed, turned even redder, as if bloodied.
Was he saying that Ross didn't even qualify to be an opponent's losing subordinate?!
He shouted angrily, his head tilted back, but in the Luofeng Ancient Country there is no secret technique that could transform rage into actual combat power. Under the relentless force of the long sword, he gradually went from kneeling on one knee to both knees.
Ji Jingqiu looked at him with a hint of pity.
