Jiang Xiao stood before the fierce-looking black man with curly hair, his own expression equally menacing.
But beneath that little buzz cut, Little Poisonous Milk's ferocious expression and aura somehow came across as adorably fierce.
Jiang Xiao said, "I blocked your way. So what? Go ahead and make a move."
The black youth suddenly changed his attitude. He flashed a grin, revealing a mouthful of brilliant white teeth, and said, "I only bumped into your teammate. Are you Huaxia people really that fragile? You get hurt from a little bump and have to run to your mommy and complain?"
Jiang Xiao pressed his forehead against the black youth's and took a step forward, saying, "Try it and you'll find out."
Although Jiang Xiao was a Medical Support, he was still a Half-Step Star Sea. His physical fitness was above the standard line. He might not compare to a Star Warrior of the same level, but when he put some force into it, he still shoved the black youth back a step.
And this black youth happened to be a Magic System user, so Jiang Xiao really wasn't at much of a disadvantage in terms of strength.
The black youth sneered coldly. "You're provoking me. Can I understand it that way?"
"Yes! That's exactly what I'm doing." Jiang Xiao spoke up. "You won't be able to leave. Why don't you self-destruct? Follow in the footsteps of your predecessor. Maybe you'll be able to cause me a little trouble."
The predecessor was, of course, the madman from the previous tournament—George Star.
Compared to the previous tournament, the members of the United States team this time were all in fairly good mental condition. There weren't any people like that.
"You piece of shit," the black youth cursed viciously before pressing his forehead against