Ethan Smith's face looked extremely ugly. Although he was not sure what had happened, he knew that he was probably no match for Ethan Smith now.
"The Capital City Martial Arts Association has so many resources, yet you're still useless," Ethan Smith shook his head and said.
Emerson Holmes coldly stared at Ethan Smith and said, "Ethan Smith, you ruined my chance. What else do you want?"
"What else?" Ethan Smith raised an eyebrow and then sneered, "Of course, to kill you."
There was a hint of ruthlessness in Emerson Holmes's eyes.
He narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "Kill me? I am..."
"Enough, don't bother telling me what family you're from. I'm not interested. Besides, even if you're the king's father, I wouldn't care," Ethan Smith interrupted Emerson Holmes.
Emerson Holmes's face grew angrier, and he roared, "Ethan Smith, you're pushing me too far! Do you think I, Emerson Holmes, am easy to bully?"
