He looked coldly at me and said, "Why? Because I am a three-striped member of the Chuzzle Battle Zone! Because my status is nobler than yours!"
Hearing this, I couldn't help but scoff, "In the eyes of people like you, higher status means nobility, but in my eyes, everyone is the same, no matter their class or status."
"As for you, I already know from how you speak that you don't deserve your position, let alone have me greet you," I stated coldly.
Daxon Lucas's lips twitched slightly, clearly irritated by my words.
"Young man, mind your words," Daxon Lucas raised his hand and pressed it onto my shoulder.
I suddenly felt a force pressing down on my shoulder, while a smug smile appeared on Daxon Lucas's face.
Without saying a word, I shook my arm, and an immense force instantly rebounded back!
Daxon Lucas's wrist was instantly aching, and he staggered back several steps!
"A martial artist, huh," Daxon Lucas squinted his eyes slightly.
