A few seconds later, the warrior with blood all over his face staggered to his feet, with the help of his companions, he laboriously took off the severely twisted helmet and looked angrily and incredulously at Fourteen, who was smiling and waving at him from a distance.
Clearly, he had no idea what method Fourteen used to attack him; otherwise, his emotion wouldn't be 'anger and disbelief' but 'fear and disbelief.'
"That's right."
Fourteen nodded in satisfaction, looked down at his right hand, which had just thrown a stone, and murmured, "Even I myself... don't know how strong I am now."
[You're freaking scary now, big brother!]
[Damn, you can hurt people just by picking flowers and flying leaves!]
Motan and Double Leaf both internally made some rather uncivilized complaints, then exchanged a glance once more, secretly communicating with each other.
The general content was:
Double Leaf licked her lips lightly: This guy is troublesome, I'm scared.
