"I thought you said he was weak, Kun Deng," a stern-looking youth with sharp eyes muttered as he looked at the Containment Orb before him, and inside was a battle that had been raging a bit too long for his taste.
Beside the stern-looking youth was a bandaged-up Kun Deng—broken from his battle with Zheng Jin just from three days earlier. Stuck between a rock and a hard place, he had no choice but to acquire help from a faction that was significantly powerful than his just to save face, which led him to the situation he was in now.
As Kun Deng directed his gaze at the fight inside the orb, then back to the stern-faced youth beside him, Kun Deng couldn't help but eke out a nervous smile as he said, "I...I thought he wasn't that special because he wasn't involved when I fought that bastard.
