"Pfft!"
Miao Ze couldn't help spitting out a mouthful of blood, staining his clothes red. He stared at Xia Ping in disbelief. "Impossible. I, Miao Ze, lost? I was defeated with just one punch, without the slightest chance to fight back? How could something this absurd happen? It's an illusion. This has to be an illusion!"
He simply couldn't believe this had happened.
He had already advanced to the Martial Master Realm, and his strength had increased more than tenfold. Meanwhile, his opponent was at most an Eighth Heaven Martial Artist Realm trash—still nothing but a Martial Artist-level good-for-nothing.
Yet he was now a master-level martial arts expert. Given the difference in their strength, Miao Ze should have been able to slaughter Xia Ping with ease. So why had things turned out the other way around?!
"There's nothing impossible about it."
Xia Ping looked at Miao Ze coolly. "You thought advancing to the Martial Master Realm would let you show off in front of me and get revenge? You overestimated yourself. Outside, I beat you with one punch until you were like a dead dog. It's no different here in the Cloud Mist Mountain Range."
"You, Miao Ze, are only this strong."
Those words hammered into Miao Ze's heart, driving him mad and stabbing at his pride.
"Ahhh!!!"
Miao Ze went berserk and roared, "You damn piece of trash! I, Miao Ze, am from the King Family, born with noble blood! How could I possibly be compared to a lowly commoner like you?!"
"How dare you say I overestimated myself, call me a good-for-nothing! Where did you get the nerve? Where?!"
With a bang, he struggled out of the mountainside and charged at Xia Ping. His body curled like a venomous snake, coiling like a spring before exploding forward with