"Mighty?" Melvin shouted as he spat out blood and tried to stand up.
There was no chance of survival when someone at the peak of the Xuan Martial Realm fought someone at the Fourth Stage of the Earth Martial Realm.
"He's dead, isn't he. He overestimated himself," someone scorned.
"Hehe, he did look silly. Turns out he's actually stupid," another said.
"Such a waste of his muscles," someone from the crowd said.
"Did he really think that the name 'Poison Sting' was a joke? They'd kill you no matter what realm you're at," someone else yelled.
While everyone was talking about it, faint coughing sounds came from behind the mist. After struggling slightly, Mighty stood up with a mouthful of blood. He shook his head vigorously, then gave Melvin a thumbs up. If the soil w
