The loud shout vibrated through the woods.
The birds that had initially flown off took flight once again.
Ji Zuodong's right foot, stepping out of the wooden door, paused ever so slightly, before falling again, subtly treading left and right, and the mud with budding grass sprouted out from the sides of his shoes.
As one could imagine, a deep footprint had already been branded into the ground.
"Impossible."
Ji Zuodong squinted at the panting Bonuo, shaking his head in refusal.
There was no reason to hand over something that was already within reach.
The standoff between the two men brought the audience to a climax, were they about to fight?
Also, was Ji Zuodong's English really that good?
As the only Huaxia person among the sixteen contestants, Ji Zuodong was able to reply with fluency when faced with Bonuo's threats,