Wang Hu's face turned red, but his heart couldn't voice it. He bellowed, "Damn, how can a widow hold such immense power? My warrior, the deceased local practitioner, could not possibly fail to escape from his grasp."
Lin Zida stood calm and collected. With his current combat prowess, he had no rival within the Warrior Kingdom.
Lin Zida's foot lashed out, sending Wang Hu flying like a ball, landing like a heap of straw on the ground, a streak of blood appearing at the corner of his mouth.
Several wealthy individuals and youths changed expressions. Although Wang Hu wasn't the strongest among the people of Amin, he was known for his iron fist. How could he be so easily defeated by Lin Zida?
A feeling of unease grew in the hearts of several robust individuals, sensing that they had kicked an iron plate. But none of the wealthy youths let their dignity allow them to step back even half a step, exchanging looks before stepping forward.
