Su Zihong's face was somewhat dark.
Especially when someone cluelessly asked him if he was beaten up by the freshmen, his face turned even darker.
What could he say?
Admit that he was singled out by a freshman and was picked off by a spear within three breaths?
Not to mention anything else, just saying that would make him a laughing stock instantaneously!
These guys might not be good at much else, but when it comes to making fun of others, they are top-notch.
How annoying!
Late-stage Xingji strength!
With two blue-quality State Cards combined, I couldn't even use my Defense Equipment Card.
Otherwise, I could have lasted at least two more breaths!
No, why am I even fixated on how many more breaths I could have lasted?
I want to kill him!
After a bout of internal roaring, Su Zihong gradually calmed down.
To be frank, he had been careless.
But it wasn't because he underestimated Nezha's combat power.
