Rafael is Dragon-level, you know!
Not to mention among peers, even among God Hunters under 30, he stands out, but now, he's been slammed to the ground by a young man from Nine Provinces.
Rafael wasn't seriously hurt, but it's deeply insulting.
If word gets out, he'll not only be a laughingstock but also a stepping stone for the opponent's fame.
'I absolutely won't let anyone climb over me to succeed!'
Rafael was furious, divine power swiftly flowed through his body, ready to unleash Great Divine Grace.
Lin Baici, wearing Gnoll Mountaineering Boots, launched a powerful kick at his head.
Bam!
Rafael spun and slid out on the cement floor, kicking up dust, his noise-canceling headphones knocked askew.
"Already in a rush, huh?"
Lin Baici taunted, "From their introduction, you're supposedly Dragon-level, yet your patience is lacking!"
"Even my family's sled dogs are more broad-minded than you!"
Lin Baici turned to Ian, "Hey, how many men have you been with?"
