Still shaken, Su Ming cautiously surveyed the area around the bottom of the lake.
After confirming there was nothing strange, he sat cross-legged and quietly absorbed the energy.
A few bubbles drifted from his mouth from time to time...
The bar.
Drax straddled Groot and hammered him with punch after punch.
"Bang! Bang!..."
His fists kept striking Groot's wooden body with loud thuds.
At some point, the bar's noisy chatter had turned into synchronized cheers.
They rose higher and higher with each punch Drax threw.
The Destroyer's fists were flesh and blood after all. Though his attacks looked imposing, they did no real damage to Groot.
The tree-man wasn't afraid in the slightest.
His arms turned into vines and wrapped around Drax's neck, tightening steadily.
Drax roared as he tore apart the vines around his neck, then forcefully pinned Groot's head down, intending to give him another round of smashing.
"Crack!"
Rocket bared his teeth furiously from the side, raised his large gun at Drax, and was about to unload a full burst into him.
"Stop!"
A green arm suddenly grabbed Drax and yanked him away.
Quill also stepped in front of Rocket's gun.
"What are you doing?"
"That disgusting little bug does nothing but spout nonsense!"
Seeing Quill arrive, Drax loudly voiced his dissatisfaction with Rocket.
"That's just how I am!"
Still not satisfied, Drax continued attacking him with idioms.
"Arrogant, rude, and completely full of yourself!"
"So what? Call me a bug one more time if you've got the guts! You want to laugh at me like everyone else, don't you?"
Rocket held his weapon and refused to back down.
A guy with muscles for brains couldn't take a joke. He turned hostile at the drop of a hat—what a sore loser!
"Have you had too much to