The King of Kicks made Mr. Wangley spurt out blood without even using half his strength. If he did it with full strength, Mr. Wangley would probably die on the spot.
Were experts from the top tenths of The Hundred Immortals so scary?
“Brilliant! King of Kicks, you’ve just blown our minds!” Quentin was surprised at first, then put up a smile and blew the King of Kicks with flattery.
He thought that if he could be on good terms with masters like the King of Kicks, he could solve problems easily in the future with his help.
“Mr. Wangley, are you okay?” Natasha frowned slightly.
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