"Come on, man. Don't you know that in our era, personal strength comes second? Magical treasures and flying swords are what decide who wins or loses."
Su Yuan patted Jin Hao on the shoulder with the Crimson Origin Sword, looking rather speechless.
"Are you always this brave?"
Glancing at the Crimson Origin Sword, which was shrouded in killing intent and whose blood-red swordlight occasionally licked at his neck, Jin Hao nervously swallowed. He was on the verge of tears!
Who said he hadn't looked into Su Yuan's background? Wasn't he just some poor kid working his way through school?
He lived in a shared apartment, for one thing, and begged for donations in his livestream every day.
The only thing special about him was that he'd made a little money with his excellent roast-meat skills.
What did cooking have to do with fighting?
To a rich kid like Jin Hao, could the little bit Su Yuan earned from livestreaming even count as money?
No matter how you looked at it, Su Yuan seemed utterly ordinary.
But who could've guessed that this harmless-looking pauper would have a spiritual sword so ridiculously powerful?
"Brother Su Yuan, I was only following orders! I'm just doing what I was told!"
"Please, Brother Su, be the bigger man. Don't do anything rash—just put the sword away."
Jin Hao promptly admitted defeat, putting on a smile as he pleaded earnestly.
Su Yuan drew the Crimson Origin Sword back from his shoulder, but kept it firmly in hand, ready to defend himself. He asked coldly, "So your big brother wants to establish his authority. Is beating me up really the only way he knows how?"
Jin Hao froze for a moment, then replied cautiously, "What else would he do?"
Su Yuan was speechless. "Doesn't he offer any