Battle In The Mountains!
The fight continued for hours. Jin Sung had to call the REMF to send him a comfy chair, a table, and an assistant to tend to his needs while he watched the fight. Slurping the orange juice clean, he leaned on his long beach chair, his legs straight. "Can I ask for more orange juice?" "Right away, sir," the assistant bowed before he left. Right now, Jin Sung looked like a mafia boss that made a brawl competition as entertainment. No one would think of him as a righteous, fair, and just man. Although he might be deceptive sometimes. A body cultivator punched his friend in the face, knocking his teeth and making him fly a few meters away. "That's gotta be hurt," Jin Sung commented as he munched on his chips, this was a new product. At the other side of the battlefield was a flexible
- Writer
