Lei Fang felt so insulted fighting Lu Sheng and struggling with him. On top of that, he got cautious? Cautious against this Spirit Condensation Trash!?
That alone felt like the biggest slap in his face. His pride was screaming. This wasn't just a fight anymore, it was humiliation. And with so many eyes watching from rooftops and alleys, if he didn't end this in one flashy, overwhelming move, the mockery would follow him for weeks.
He'd never live it down.
The stories would spread: Lei Fang, the Sky Piercer, can't even defeat a fatty spirit condensation pig trash.
He clenched his jaw, fury tightening every muscle in his body.
"This is the end of your path, Fatty! SKY PIERCING DRAGON!" He raised his spear and yelled out the name of his move like a hero about to end the fight against a monster terrorizing his village.
His voice boomed, attracting everyone. Everyone stopped to look.
