"Roar!"
Following a light exclamation, a mad roar burst forth from the Mad Freak's mouth, filled with boundless indignation.
The old guy had truly been enraged; after all the commotion, it was all for naught in the end, which left him exceedingly unwilling to accept the outcome, yet there was nothing he could do.
Lin Chuxue had already held on, her body even exuding the aura of an Eighth Stage Powerhouse, and now she was being occupied by Ito Misei. Even if he wanted to make a move to abduct someone, there were no chances left.
The battle had lost all meaning. The longer he lingered, the worse it was for him. The old guy's spirit waned, and he began to entertain thoughts of retreat...
"Thinking of leaving? Heh, what do you take me for? An expendable sparring partner that you can summon or dismiss at will?"
Ito Misei keenly perceived the change in his mood, and with a cold laugh, the ferocity of her offensive suddenly intensified.
"Boom!"
"Boom boom..."
