"Xia Ping, you deserve to die! You got so many of my brothers killed. You deserve to die!"
The Leopard Gang leader, Lin Bao, was now overcome with fury, his hair practically standing on end as he glared at Xia Ping. No one knew just how enraged he was.
It was only because of his carelessness that he had fallen into that damn brat's trap, resulting in nearly all the Leopard Gang's elite being wiped out. Few had survived.
He himself had only narrowly escaped the bombs by taking a Mad Demon Pill, which unlocked his body's potential and temporarily raised him to the Half-Step Martial Artist Realm, granting him superhuman reflexes and speed.
"I deserve to die?"
Hearing that, Xia Ping laughed—a cold laugh. "You think you can kill us, but we can't fight back? You're far too naive. Or do you look down on us?"
"Be careful."
Chu Rong's eyes flickered. "I can sense something unusual about his aura. He's not merely at the Martial Apprentice Ninth Heaven. There's a faint trace of power approaching the Martial Artist Realm."
"But it's strange. That power is unstable, as if it could fade at any moment."
The other girls could all sense that something was off about Lin Bao's aura. He was like a wounded beast—on the verge of death, yet still dangerous. No one knew who would be caught in his final bite.
"I once heard of a pill called the Mad Demon Pill," Jiang Yaru said solemnly. "It can unlock the body's potential, allowing a powerhouse at the Martial Apprentice Ninth Heaven to temporarily step into the Half-Step Martial Artist Realm."
"But the side effects are severe. It consumes more than ten years of one's lifespan and may even destroy all hope of ever reaching the Martial Artist