His calves were trembling.
A lion? This guy actually dared to provoke a lion?! Does he have a death wish? Wait, what did he just say? He shot a lion dead? Does that mean he's not even afraid of lions?! Sixth Master felt his scalp tingle.
He took a few deep breaths and racked his brains for a way out.
Suddenly, his eyes lit up. That's right! My martial skills might not be high, but my status is! I am the dignified Sixth Prince, the Emperor's own younger brother. I refuse to believe that a mere Martial Champion could do anything to me. As far as I know, his rank isn't even that high. At best, he's just a small leader in some military camp! A prince, afraid of a minor official? Ridiculous!
The moment Sixth Master thought of this, he wasn't afraid anymore.
Dragging his lame leg, he took a few steps back. With a face full of contempt, he asked from a position of superiority, "What did you just... see?"
