Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
After thrashing the second disciple to his heart's content, he threw him out of the ring as well, eliminating him from the match.
Turning his gaze to the horrified female disciple, he smiled evilly before moving towards her with slow steps.
"No No No! Please let me go *cry* I'm sorry, I'm sorry for running my mouth earlier! Please have mercy!" She screamed in horror, begging for mercy from Ashen.
However, her pleas fell on deaf ears as Ashen grabbed her by the collar before raising her in the air.
Caressing her red lips with his finger, he asked with a playful smile: "You sure likes to run your mouth, right? Calling me a traitor and such. Not even showing me a bit of courtesy. You must've thought you were in some high position to treat me like that!"
"N-No, Young Master, I was in the wrong. I apologize, please spare this lowly wench!" She pleaded as hard as she could with tears flowing down her cheeks nonstop.
