Before the fortune teller could react, Zhao Rong kicked him, sending him crashing into the wall. He crumpled to the ground and spat out a mouthful of blood.
Looking at Zhao Rong, he snarled, "Damn it, I didn't expect you to have some skill..."
When Zhao Rong saw that the fortune teller, known as the top expert in Bada Alley, was so easy to defeat, he scoffed, "Since there are eight great experts in Bada Alley, can't you send someone more capable to guard the first gate? Don't send a rookie like this. It's embarrassing..."
Before Zhao Rong could finish speaking, the fortune teller scrambled up from the ground. He brushed the dust off his clothes, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and then said with a smile, "Young man, don't think you're so tough just because you kicked me down. Let me tell you, that was only because I wasn't prepared. If you dare, kick me again and see how I retaliate!"
