"Do you know who I am? How dare you to speak to me like this! Are you not afraid that you will have to take back your words during the competition?"
The words of the green-haired male were filled with an imbecile air of "I am the best," and Ji Zhiyao's mood somehow became much more at ease. He ignored his gaping teammates and audience and lightly said, "I don't know who you are, but it does not hinder me from knowing that you are the disciple of the ex-jungler of the Korean OX battleteam. Every day on your livestream, all you do is boast that your master once made it into the final eight of the international league and how he is all sorts of good to you. However, the one who made it into the international league wasn't you, and your handling skills—pardon me for being straightforward—is like crap."
"You!"
"I am rather inexperienced in the affairs of this field, so if I have said anything wrong, do correct me."
"…"
