What did it feel like to be shot in the temple? Warlock Luo had never experienced it before, but today he got the full experience.
It felt as though a hundred-pound sledgehammer had struck a nail against his forehead.
Then the impact to his head sent his entire body flying.
He slammed heavily into the wall.
"Ugh!"
Warlock Luo clutched his head. The violent impact had almost knocked him unconscious, but fortunately, his crystallized form provided strong enough defense.
After expending a certain amount of Spirit Energy, he could withstand even an attack of this magnitude.
Everyone in the hall heard the sound of something like metal clashing, and some saw Warlock Luo go flying.
But most had no clear idea what had just happened.
The bald Wang Shu in front of him, for instance, froze briefly before saying in some surprise and bewilderment:
"Showing off your launch control, huh? I asked you a question. Who do you run with?"
Looking at the rather arrogant Wang Shu, Warlock Luo showed a trace of anger. He had no time to waste on a petty thug like this.
That long-range sniper posed far too great a threat. Even now, he could not tell which direction the bullet had come from. At a time like this...
"Hey, I'm talking to you! You don't know your manners, do you?"
Wang Shu remained arrogant, taking another step toward Warlock Luo as he spoke.
Normally, this was already considered a dangerous distance between a Warrior and a Warlock.
But faced with Wang Shu's relentless pestering, Warlock Luo merely took out his wallet, pulled out several ten-yuan notes, and shoved them into Wang Shu's arms.
Holding the bills, Wang Shu's eyes flashed with delight, a look Warlock Luo caught in full.
But just when he thought Wang