The Damage Was Low, but the Humiliation Was Extreme!

Winchester M1887

This bunch led by Rafios was outrageously arrogant. Lin Guanhua and the others wanted nothing more than to punch them in the face, but they couldn't beat them or afford to offend them, so all they could do was keep quiet. That only made the other side even more brazen, mocking and sneering at them without restraint.

Now, after Lin Baici simply said, "You're annoying," they had all shut their mouths. The stark contrast made them instantly realize just how powerful Lin Baici was.

He hadn't even sounded particularly stern. He'd merely sounded annoyed.

"So this is what it feels like to pluck someone's heart out with one strike!"

Lin Guanhua was envious. If he could do something like that, his standing in the boss lady's eyes would definitely soar, wouldn't it?

Maybe if he tried a little harder, he could win the beauty's heart.

Rafios had looked down on these East Asians to begin with. Now that he saw Lin Baici being so forceful, his expression darkened, and the anger in his chest was already beyond control.

Whoosh!

Rafios vanished from where he stood. In the next instant, he appeared behind Lin Baici.

A silver scimitar shaped like a crescent moon had appeared in his hand. He slashed at Lin Baici's neck.

His speed was so great that the blade left a silver streak in the air as it passed, sharp enough to sting the eyes.

"Teleportation!"

Everyone cried out.

This top-tier Divine Grace, capable of both attack and defense, was impossible to guard against.

With that one move, the young man from the Nine Provinces had lost the advantage of striking first.

"Watch out!"

Lin Guanhua called a warning, but it was useless. His voice wasn't as fast as Rafios's blade.

But before Rafios could hit