Not far away, several people had gathered together.
One of the young men had a caved-in chest with blood streaming nonstop from his mouth.
He sat on the ground, his body writhing constantly.
"So that's the genius from the lower ranks?" A tall man said icily.
This man was Archer Grant, ranked sixth on the Martial Arts Ranking List!
He radiated arrogance, showing a superior attitude.
People around him observed the scene without daring to get closer.
Archer stepped toward the young man, lifting his hand and seizing the bloody youth's throat. He hoisted him into the air.
"Tell me, is this all your lower ranks can do? Insects are just insects!" Archer bellowed and hurled the young man aside!
The young man coughed up fresh blood, and two bloody marks appeared on his neck.
I watched quietly from the side without uttering a word.
Archer didn't stop there; he walked toward the youth and then stomped down on the young man's chest.
