Zulos's brow furrowed as he heard Miko's words, as if the very concept of him trembling in fear or despairing in a fight was the very greatest insult he could receive. Not only that, but the youth before him appeared beyond frail, and Zulos could tell he would be able to erase the youth with a single casual attack should it land.
Lastly, the youth before him was sitting on top of the shoulders of one of the three youths who had blocked his fist, as if this was all a game to him. Zulos couldn't help but feel his anger rising, unable to stomach the mockery he was receiving at the moment. It was one thing to be insulted by another powerful body cultivator, but to be insulted by someone so obviously weak as Miko was beyond acceptable.
