"Whew."
Saint George's face was livid, his body trembling.
The divine light he took such pride in was rapidly dissipating.
The deity symbolizing holiness and supremacy vanished into the air.
None of the Holy See's moves worked against Little White Tiger and Old Ninth.
How powerful was a mortal who could force even a deity back?
"Got any other tricks?"
The two put their heads together to light their cigarettes.
"Whew."
They exhaled two streams of thick smoke.
Their faces were full of disdain.
"Step it up, buddy. You're a big Boss, at least." Old Ninth opened his palm slightly.
Three miniature dragons circled in his palm. "I heard you're the next Pope? You've got some pretty strong connections, then."
"You can become Pope with these shitty skills? Your brother must've greased plenty of palms up top, huh?"
"Shut up!"
What Saint George hated most was people connecting his position to the Pope.
He had earned all of this through his own strength, yet people with ulterior motives kept maliciously twisting it.
"Then let me show you why I deserve to be the next Pope!"
Saint George removed his mask, revealing a face that bore an eighty-percent resemblance to the Pope's.
"You and your brother look so alike. Can your sister-in-law tell you two apart?"
Old Ninth gave a sleazy grin. "What if you crawl into the wrong bed at night?"
"What else? 'Don't turn around, Sister-in-law. I'm the older brother,' right?" Little White Tiger grinned.
With lewd expressions, the two shamelessly needled Saint George.
"Shut up, you filthy bastards!"
The corners of Old Ninth's and Little White Tiger's mouths lifted slightly.
Breaking an opponent mentally before striking was Chun Prefecture's favorite tactic.
"Sin-Punishing Cross Spear!"
In his fury, Saint George even forgot that the Holy See's moves did not