As the saying goes, thirty years east of the river, thirty years west. Never underestimate the young.
Young Master Lou also has his temper.
Even if his abilities are lacking, his rank is lower, his skills are weaker, and everything is subpar. Yet, with Ji Jue provoking him to his face, how could he swallow this anger?
When he decides to act, he acts!
Damn it, I've put up with you long enough!!!
Unfortunately, he really should have endured a little longer...
Within half an hour, in the workshop experimental zone that was torn apart, Lou Feng lay on the ground, burnt out, spitting out his last angry froth.
"Look, so impatient."
Ji Jue shook his head in admiration, pulled out a handkerchief, and wiped the stains and blood from his hands: "Youngsters shouldn't be too hotheaded, it just leads to losses, see?
By the way, that trick with the Residual Spirit Transformation was truly remarkable, a promising future ahead!"
