"So you're in a Mana Gathering Whatever Stage, and you and your dead fella weren't deemed as a Usurper?" Robert playfully sneered while giving Culo a friendly treatment with a scimitar on his throat.
"Y-yes! Only by reaching the Golden Orb phase, one could call themselves a Usurper!"
"Huh, this wushu things seems to be more of a maze than satan's scrotum. How strong is this Golden Balls phase thingy person?"
"T-they are able to fly and strengthen themselves with intermediate spells!"
"What are these intermediate spells?"
"I don't know man! Do I look like a Golden Ding Dong to you!? Urgh—!?"
Robert took a quick jab at Culo's face before spitting at him. "I don't want any bullock, kiddo."
"I seriously don't know!"
"Well then, I got what I asked for and I have no need of your stinking face in front my shit again."
"W-wait, will you spare me or nah!?"
