"Prey?"
"What do these punks think I am?"
Han Su's words twisted the Old Count's face, even as his Golden Cells were in the middle of dividing.
Everyone had a sore spot they couldn't stand being poked.
Lu Xiaoba's disrespect and scolding, even charging at the Old Count while hurling insults about his parents, had merely made him think his opponent was a bit uncivilized. But Han Su calling him "prey" made him nearly lose his temper.
He was a scholar, and a noble.
Everyone else was fit only to be his experimental subject or his servant. How dare they put him in the position of prey?
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
As their brief exchange continued, Lu Xiaoba kept cursing and attacked even faster. He was already unleashing a steady stream of abuse about the Old Count's relatives, going back five generations, while his fists rained down with a rapid patter.
Han Su wasn't as ferocious as Lu Xiaoba, but he opened fire as soon as he moved in. Every bullet was aimed at a vital spot, without the slightest hesitation.
The two pressed forward step by step, with only one goal: they had sensed some bizarre change taking place in the Old Count, and wanted to stop him before it was complete.
"Who gave you permission to show me such disrespect?"
Surrounded by the two of them, the Old Count did look rather miserable. His Mental Power seemed on the verge of going Out of Control, but as anger surged through him, he suddenly bellowed, unleashing a wild blast of Mental Power.
Ninety years' worth of Mental Power was beyond what these young upstarts could match. It was even greater than Han Su and Lu Xiaoba's combined.
More importantly, no normal person would do this. Letting your Mental Power pour