Facing Zhao Rong's flying kick, Big Gold Tooth dodged with a swift move. Seeing that he had missed, Big Gold Tooth grinned and sneered, "Kid, the Big Gold Tooth you see now is not the man he once was. Today, I am a Level 12 cultivator. You battered me before, so today, I'm going to return the favor—an eye for an eye—and teach you a proper lesson."
As he spoke, he threw a punch. The fist tore through the air with a fierce gust of wind, and Zhao Rong could immediately feel his formidable power.
Damn, he really is a Level 12 cultivator. A single punch generates that much force.
In a flash, Zhao Rong performed a backflip, cleanly evading the blow.
Seeing his punch dodged, Big Gold Tooth's eyes widened in disbelief. "Impossible! How can a mere Level 7 cultivator like you dodge the iron fist of a Level 12 cultivator?"
