Young Master parted his lips slightly, only then realizing how much murderous intent lay in the gazes looking down at him from all around.
And clearly, some busybody had been quick enough to record it... Zhu Meili, to be precise.
He suddenly felt he had gotten a raw deal.
Young Master did not care how many people came looking for trouble. That was his daily life anyway.
Besides, he was a defense warrior!
A super defense warrior decked out in divine artifacts that boosted health and stamina, complete with a health regeneration buff... blessings from Fairy Queen and the Lord of Dawn!
His combat power might not match Perfect Baldhead's, but killing him would not be easy even for Baldhead.
Besides, apart from someone like Old School Striking King, who could outlast even him, how many people could kill him one-on-one?
He feared group fights even less.
Asking Sword, Young Wanderer Under Heaven was the guild with the most members.
Many of them might not listen to him, but that would not stop them from showing up for the fight.
So Young Master did not care that his smart mouth kept getting him into trouble... even if a Chosen of the Lord of Dawn had once praised his bluntness as having the spirit of dawn, which had left him vaguely annoyed, he had no intention of changing his ways over that little irritation.
Hadn't he come to play games to enjoy himself?
Besides, if he started acting all approachable, he would not be playing the game. The game would be playing him.
Much of the time, Young Master deliberately exaggerated his adolescent edgelord persona to spare himself unnecessary trouble.
After all these years, even he no longer knew what he looked like when he was serious... in the game, of