"Who else wants to come up and try?" Zhao Tiezhu was in high spirits, "Dongzhi, you want to come up here and play with me?" Seeing no one coming up, Zhao Tiezhu began calling out names.
"Brother Zhao, don't joke with me. How can I win against you? The punch you sent out a while ago had a ring in your joints. Isn't that the Thunder something, and bow shooting down the flock realm or something?"
All kinds of fawning methods were used by this young warrior by the name of Dongzi. He understood that to survive in the warrior preparation camp, he had to grab onto someone great, so that when the meat was handed out, he would receive more.
"Hahaha! It's 'Thunder in the nine clouds, Surprise Bow Drops Flock!'. This phrase had taken a long while for Zhao Tiezhu to memorize before he could spout the mouthful.
He was still light-years away from that realm, but looking at Zhao Tiezhu's expression, it was as if he had already reached that state.
