Pillow Fight
Wiping the foul-smelling kangaroo blood from his face, the fugitive Wizard from the Nine Provinces Xuan Association lay on the ground and stammered, "W-who are you?"
He had seen clearly that the other man hadn't been holding a sword just moments ago. It had appeared out of thin air.
The two large kangaroos beside him had been kicked so hard that they were trembling all over and couldn't get back up. Clear footprints marked their fish-scale armor, and even the madness in their eyes was fading, the red gradually draining away as they seemed to regain some clarity and reason.
"I'm the man who's going to kill you!"
Li Bai wanted to make fun of his own ancient-sounding line, but he couldn't think of anything else to say.
Making so many crazed, mindless, armed kangaroos was one thing if they were just playing around behind closed doors. They could outfit them with arm blades, knee spikes, and tail spikes—or even firearms—if they wanted. But daring to deploy them in actual combat against people meant they deserved to die. They had no right to complain, no matter what kind of retaliation they faced.
"Our people won't let you get away with this!"
The Wizard lying on the ground suddenly realized that he had been the one asking for the other man's name and background the whole time, while the other man hadn't asked him a single question.
That was even more infuriating!
Did the other man consider him nothing more than an insignificant nobody, not even worth learning the name of?
"Heh. If you don't like it, come and fight me!"
After saying that, Li Bai felt much better. He had come to make trouble for these remnants, not the other way around. Those were two entirely different things,