As Zhang Tie watched Ou Hongyu approach, he could almost feel the hatred in Ou Hongyu's eyes. It seemed the feud between them had been set in stone.
Damn it, Zhang Tie cursed inwardly. Who the hell told you to try and use me as a stepping stone to show off? You brought this on yourself. Zhang Tie had never cared much about enemies like this. Whatever games you wanted to play, go right ahead.
"Haha... with such a heroic man as Senior Brother Ou here, a man of such grand ambition that he believes, 'With the Devil Race not yet extinguished, how can one call anywhere home?' standing against the Devil Race, how could this junior brother possibly be too ashamed to hide behind the war zone with Senior Brother Ou as an example before me?"
Ou Hongyu's eyelids twitched at Zhang Tie's words, and his face instantly turned black as the bottom of a pot. But losing his composure in such an exchange would not do, so his expression quickly returned to normal. He even laughed, as though Zhang Tie had genuinely praised him. "I dare not accept such praise, I dare not. A true man ought to be so. Here in the war zone, all the senior brothers and sisters have done better than I have. Calling me an example truly makes me ashamed. But you, Junior Brother—since we last met a month ago, I wonder how many Winged Devils you have killed on this return?"
"None yet."
"What about Ironclad Devils?"
"None either."
After asking those two questions, Ou Hongyu smiled before introducing Zhang Tie to the people around them. "This is Senior Sister Lan Yunxi's junior brother, the one who made that bet with everyone back then. I simply hadn't expected that one-third of the