"Fu*k, I've been in this world for so many years, and I've seen all kinds of b*tches, but it's the first time I've seen such a b*tch as you."
The Lord laughed ferociously. Clearly, he did not take Samuel seriously at all.
Although people like Samuel were much taller than most people, they were too thin.
It was like a bamboo pole. Not to mention a circle, he could even break Samuel completely with two fingers.
But Samuel was boasting shamelessly and confidently.
"Since I can say that, I naturally have no room to regret it. I just don't know if you dare or not."
"Bastard! Why wouldn't I dare? I will probably beat the shit out of you with a single punch." The Lord spoke with disdain.
"Well, I'll give you three punches. If you can't kill me, I'm sorry. You'd better stand still and let me slash you three times. What do you think?"
"There is no winner or loser in this match. Whoever falls first will lose."
The lord snickered when he heard this. "You little brat, your stupidity is quite likable. It's just a pity that your idiocy is only likable because you're stupid enough. No one will have any opinions about you."
"Idiot, you deserve to die."
"Three punches. Are you ready?"
Samuel smiled gently, and the black Qi in his body was running. It seemed that he was not very prepared, but in fact, he had completely set up a defensive posture.
"You're courting death!" With a cold snort, the lord raised his fist and moved.
Even though Yvonne knew very well what Samuel was capable of, she couldn't help but worry when Samuel didn't try to resist the other party’s punch at all.
After all, this was...
"Wait!"
At the critical moment, Samuel suddenly shouted.
Upon hearing those words, the Lord stopped in time.
He looked coldly at Samuel and shouted disdainfully, "What? Kiddo, are you fucking afraid?"
Ask others to stop in the face of battle. Wasn't this a sign of fleeing? With such a performance, what was there to be afraid of?
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