Zhao Ritian was utterly shocked!
His Little Fireball Technique had only just been mastered, yet a Minotaur had dispersed it directly with true qi?
I refuse to accept this! Again!
Gritting his teeth, Zhao Ritian formed another fireball in his palm.
And he even shouted,
"This time, I'll make you regret it!"
Ox Head flew into a rage and charged forward with all his strength. He knocked back Fulin and Shoulin, bore down on Zhao Ritian, and with a smack, dispersed the fireball in his hand once more.
"You little..."
Before Ox Head could curse him out, Zhao Ritian kicked him square in the face. Ox Head shot backward and crashed through a row of sofas, smashing even the decorative liquor cabinet. Alcohol spilled everywhere.
Zhao Ritian rolled up his sleeves. "Haha! Even better! Watch this—Great Fireball Technique!"
Rat Head held Long Aotian's Gentleman's Snow at bay with his staff-blade, unable to believe this idiot was courting death.
"Is he serious?"
Long Aotian's gaze was icy. "He's serious every single time. To put it plainly, with his iq, he doesn't have enough brainpower to bluff."
Rat Head was practically furious to death.
Lu Chengwen was timid and had too many concerns; he could be intimidated. Long Aotian thought too much and had a complicated mind; he could be reasoned with.
But Zhao Ritian, that idiot!
He was reckless!
Reckless to the bone!
He was the sort of person who acted with absolutely no brain at all.
There were quite a few people like that in the martial world, though certainly not too many. Zhao Ritian, however, was their representative, their standout, perhaps even their leader!
Rat Head rushed over in an instant and grabbed Zhao Ritian's wrist. "I'll make sure you can never..."
Zhao Ritian felt a sharp pain in