Not far away, several people were gathered together.
One of the young men had a sunken chest and blood flowing continuously from his mouth.
He sat on the ground, his body curled up unceasingly.
"Is that the genius from the lower class?" A tall man coldly said.
This man was called Archer Duncan, the sixth-ranked person on the Martial Arts Ranking List!
He was full of arrogance, displaying a condescending attitude.
People around him watched the scene without daring to approach.
Archer moved forward to the young man, raising his hand and grabbing the bloody youth's neck. He lifted him into the air.
"Tell me, is this the extent of your lower class abilities? Ants are just ants!" Archer roared and threw the young man away!
The young man spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, and two bloodstains appeared on his neck.
Ethan Smith quietly watched from the side without saying a word.
Archer didn't stop there; he stepped towards the youth and then stomped on the young man's chest.
