Ming yanked a pair of yoga pants from his bag and presented them to Poseidon, saying, "Though there's a charm in brawling shirtless, perhaps you should put these on. No need for theatrics on my account."
"You..."
Poseidon furrowed his brows and gritted his teeth. Was there something wrong with this man's mind? Couldn't he take this combat seriously? Didn't he realize they were in the midst of a fight?
"Not wearing them?"
Ming tucked the yoga pants back into his pocket. "Very well, I'll keep them for you. Just in case you change your mind~"
"Silence!"
With rage boiling within, Poseidon lunged. He no longer wished to hear this man speak; every word was a thorn in his side.
Launching himself onto the whale's head, he threw a powerful punch. He knew Ming wouldn't dare step back. Touching the seawater would paralyze him, making it easy for him to end the fight. 'Run if you dare, or take my blow,' he thought.
