"You actually managed to stand up?"
The Drunken Arhat's words elicited nothing but disdain from Ye Tian.
"If something this trivial could knock me down, I wouldn't have survived in this Martial Arts World of the strong devouring the weak!"
"Hmph! Bragging without shame!"
The Drunken Arhat sneered coldly. After all, his Mystical Trace Fist had already left Ye Tian without any means to retaliate, and in his eyes, Ye Tian was merely putting on a bold front…
"Whether I'm boasting or not, we'll find out soon enough! Gatekeeper, I won't fall for the same trick twice!"
Ye Tian smiled as he spoke. His words had already enraged the Drunken Arhat.
"What did you say? Who do you think you are? A mere ant daring to imagine you can resist my Mystical Trace Fist?"
When faced with arrogance, the best course of action is often to inflict an even harsher lesson. And so, the Drunken Arhat once again unleashed his prized Mystical Trace Fist!
"Whish whish whish whish whish whish~~~~~~~~~~"
