'Yes, I know my manners.'
'For that reason, this ridiculously young Elder should go easy on me. Yes, he definitely will,' Qir Meng thought to himself, his expression reverent.
It wasn't like he had a choice!
After all, Qin Ya was the madman who had single-handedly slaughtered the members of more than a dozen Blood Nether Association strongholds. His killing intent was enough to startle gods and ghosts, earning him the moniker "Killing God." How could he not be afraid?
Qin Ya looked at the deferential Qir Meng before him, smiled gently, and clasped his hands. "This is the fighting ring. There are no distinctions of status here. Brother Qir, there's no need to be so formal."
"Yes."
Qir Meng clasped his hands in return and thought, 'Looks like it's working.'
"Come on, then."
"Then forgive my impertinence."
Qir Meng let out a low shout. With a BOOM, his figure shot forward like a cannonball. He clenched his fist, which was wreathed in tendrils of sharp, furious wind.
