Before Zhao Rong could finish speaking, Liang Zongying unexpectedly charged at him.
As Liang Zongying dashed forward, he yelled, "Kid, prepare to die! I refuse to believe that I, a Level 35 cultivator, can't kill a mere ordinary student from the sports academy!"
Hearing that the man charging at him was a Level 35 cultivator, Zhao Rong seemed to forget his own level. He hadn't cultivated at all since entering the Ghost Hunting Academy; in fact, he had nearly forgotten the entire concept of cultivation.
As Zhao Rong stood there dazed, Lili kindly reminded him, "Brother Zhao Rong, I believe you are a Level 29 cultivator, but the person rushing at you is a Level 35 cultivator…"
Before Lili could even finish, Liang Zongying suddenly bellowed, "Mysterious-rank low-level Martial Technique, Rifle Fist!"
When Zhao Rong heard the name, he chuckled. "What the hell? Who comes up with such bizarre names for Martial Techniques?"
