Meanwhile by the side...
KingCamper evaded another flame-infused punch, then slammed the pommel of his blade into the bald disciple's jaw.
[Critical Hit – 498 DMG Dealt]
"And... you're done," he said cheerfully.
The bald disciple collapsed to one knee with blood trickling from his mouth.
"Ouuu shiny," KingCamper trailed his index finger across the bald head of the disciple with a playful tone.
Fang Chen walked over while raising an eyebrow. "You alright?"
KingCamper tossed him a thumbs-up. "Peachy. You did great, man. First time I've seen someone easily defeat a cultivator one rank above them."
"Uh luck I guess," Victor muttered while rubbing the back of his neck.
"Don't worry," KingCamper grinned. "They'll think twice before messing with players again."
The rogue spirit leeches were gone, and the corrupted mist of the Weeping Hollow had finally begun to thin.
