Yui Matsuda's hand that was holding the hilt of his sword trembled slightly. He felt that he and the others were like grasshoppers jumping in front of a giant dragon. The giant dragon reached out its sharp claws and gently teased them, enjoying the joy that they brought, but did not take their threat to heart at all.
They had gambled their dignity for a battle, but for a Dragon ... Just playing ...
An extreme sense of humiliation welled up in his heart. It was as if his heart was being squeezed by an invisible hand. He had never been looked down upon like this in his life.
The key point was that Li Rui was only 17 years old, almost one round younger than him!
Being humiliated by a junior, the veins on Matsuda's forehead bulged, and his face turned ferocious.
"How can you cultivate it? Go to hell!"
With a roar, he broke the dynamic balance of the battlefield. Like a crazy military knife, he slashed at Li Rui without any scruples.
