The black-clad youth was furious. In all his time in Thunder City, he had never suffered such humiliation; to think someone dared to disrespect him so brazenly.
"Haha, are you out of your mind?" Yang Qi laughed, striding forward. Each step seemed to land directly on the black-clad youth's heart, making him tremble.
"You want me to kowtow and admit I was wrong? You're trash. If not for those few Tributors protecting you, you'd already be a dead man. I really don't know where you get the courage to talk to me like that." Yang Qi suddenly halted and threw a punch through the air.
Fire Fist Skill!
"How dare you!" The four Tributors panicked. Unleashing their full power, they struck at Yang Qi's fist with all their might, hoping to block it.
