"...ugh... wh-what happened...?"
Zoey groaned, his whole body was sore from the blow that came at him out of nowhere. If he didn't know any better, he would assume that he was taken down by some sort of moving mountain.
The traitor of the Great Ram sect was slowly climbing up to his feet, already connecting that the words of the martial artist from the Raging Bull sect meant that he was not alone when...
"...?!"
He spotted someone new standing over the twitching body of the other martial artist.
Someone who did not look like he came to rescue anyone...
"Ah~ Already up? The guy you wanted to help didn't prove to be a challenge, so we should continue. Just the two of us~"
The black-haired stranger with the eyes like obsidian playfully unclenched and clenched his fist back, staring straight at Zoey with a villainous grin that some members of dark sects would be jealous of.
"I... tried to help...?"
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