"You'd better not blame me. You'd better have a clear understanding of the situation."
Hearing the King of Fists say that, the brat felt somewhat upset, but what could he do even if he was? He kept it bottled up, unwilling to let anyone see his discomfort. He smiled and said, "All right, you're pretty impressive. You've already learned to shit and piss on my head, haven't you?"
"Then come over here. Let's not trade insults or talk about things that have no real meaning. Winning the whole match with your own strength—that's what matters most."
"There are far too many people who know how to brag these days, too many to count. What's the point of saying all that nonsense? My master is watching too, and his expectations of me are very high. If I weren't worried about the bad impression it would make, you probably wouldn't even be able to touch my hand before I slammed you to the ground."
As soon as he finished speaking, the other man's mindset seemed to undergo an intense and drastic change.
The King of Fists had never imagined that someone would dare speak so harshly in front of him.
"Fine. I was originally going to spare your life for your master's sake and refrain from hitting you too hard. But what you've said now has truly angered me, understand? I won't let you off. Rest assured, I'll make you see my true strength in the days to come!"
After the King of Fists clenched his fists, his aura began spreading outward before long. Everyone around them felt that the brat should have chosen his words carefully. If the other man got angry and left him no way out, wouldn't he be completely finished?
Yet unexpectedly, not only did the brat refuse