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The Chief suffered a crushing defeat, and the morale of the brothers at the Poisonous Blade Society plummeted, feeling utterly disgraced; if even The Chief couldn't stand against him, who else could possibly defeat that damn kid?
At this moment, the most fearful and enraged was undoubtedly Zhao Ritian; he had pinned all his hopes on the Poisonous Snake of the Poisonous Blade Society, only to witness him fail to withstand even a single palm strike from Lin Yifan—his disappointment was profound, his resentment incessant.
"Fucking trash! So-called strongest in Guiyuan City, not even worth a pile of shit," Zhao Ritian cursed inwardly, knowing that if he couldn't kill Lin Yifan, he'd be the one getting taught a lesson. Just the thought of further humiliation by Lin Yifan made him seethe.
