"You don't understand?" The old man's nose slowly turned red, a spot of crimson like blood plasma, looking ready to drip from its tip. He jabbed a finger viciously into Lin Qi's chest, sneering word by word. "I am Wang Ba. I chose that name myself. You've never heard my name?"
With a swish, Lin Qi's faceplate retracted into his helmet. He widened his eyes and looked at Wang Ba with utter innocence and purity. "Never heard of it! But stop poking me with your finger. You're making me think there's a turtle standing in front of me!"
For those final two words, Lin Qi used the common tongue of the Eastern Continent. Only the ancient common tongue of the Eastern Continent could perfectly convey the rich and additional implications hidden within the word "turtle." After all, the ancient and enduring Eastern civilization was worlds apart from the Western common tongue's simple, blunt descriptions when it came to veiled metaphors and insinuations.
Wang Ba's face turned an eerie shade of red. He stared fixedly into Lin Qi's eyes, then burst into "Hahahaha!" His finger jabbed harder and harder against Lin Qi's breastplate, actually producing loud clangs.
"Guts. You've got real guts! Just what I'd expect from the offspring of those muscle lumps! Hey, Lin Qi, right? This old man will remember you!" Shaking his head as he muttered a few words, Wang Ba laughed loudly. "Remember this: today, you rejected Wang Ba's goodwill. Remember this too: this armor and that axe both belong to Yun Yaotian. With that little scrap of a body and that pitiful strength of yours, do you think you deserve divine artifacts?"
A foul wind rose as several Hall of Heroes warriors came whistling in. Their round shields smashed heavily toward Lin Qi, while their spears