[Do You Admit Your Guilt? Black Judgment]

Yue Yang's words left the minotaur stunned at first.

Then he came to his senses. "You say I'm the smartest—I agree with that. But what do you mean by saying I'm the most shameless?" Yue Yang casually spread his hands. "If you weren't shameless enough, you wouldn't have delivered yourself to my door for a beating! If that doesn't make you the most shameless, what does?" Before he had even finished speaking, he flashed forward and slapped the minotaur across the face with a crack like lightning. Just as the minotaur was about to fly into a rage and strike back, Yue Yang had already retreated with mysterious footwork. The moment the minotaur lowered his fist and opened his mouth to curse, Yue Yang was before him again, backhanding him across the other cheek.

He did it with effortless ease, as though he had been born suited to the work of beating people up.

Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap...

The minotaur had no way to speak at all.

The instant he opened his mouth, Yue Yang's huge palm would slap him back.

Whenever he tried to attack, Yue Yang would dart back to Flame's side. The minotaur was no fool; he knew that challenging Flame alone was impossible, much less with a speedster constantly restraining him from the side. One against two—he would die without even scraps left behind!

Unable to say anything at all, the minotaur suddenly gave Yue Yang a thumbs-up.

What did that mean?

Yue Yang was immediately puzzled.

Could this guy be a masochist, getting pleasure from all those slaps? At the thought, goosebumps rose all over Yue Yang's body. How chilling!

"Your speed is very good—far faster than that vampire just now. And your slaps pack plenty of force too. Excellent." The minotaur sincerely