Faced with the crowd's accusations and provocations, Joad casually brushed his hair back and sneered, "Anyone can run their mouth. You're all so cocky now—just wait, you'll be crying soon enough."
"One minute you're acting like Leit's nothing special. But I'd bet my life that not only would none of you stand a chance in a real fight with him—even if all of you ganged up on him at once, you couldn't so much as scratch him. Hell, you wouldn't even be able to break a single one of his magic arrays!"
His words were like a boulder crashing into a still lake—sparking a thousand furious ripples.
Every young elite present was visibly trembling with anger, veins bulging and teeth grinding in rage.
Who in the world could be this arrogant?
Leit was just one person. Not some god! And yet this punk dared to say that even with all of them together, they couldn't break his magic array?
If you're going to talk nonsense, at least try to be somewhat realistic!
