Zhao Rong saw the bald man with spikes embedded in his fist, writhing in pain on the ground. He chuckled and said, "Baldy, I, Zhao Rong, may not have as high a cultivation level as you, but I know how to adapt and use what's at hand. Consider this cactus a little welcoming gift from me."
Before Zhao Rong could even finish, the bald man on the ground, his hand pierced with spines, let out a few wails and then simply expired. Seeing the arrogant man die so easily left Zhao Rong completely dumbfounded.
Just as Zhao Rong was wondering why Baldy had died, Four-eyes, the student who had teased Yu Lan earlier, spoke up, his voice filled with lingering fear. "Damn, I didn't expect Zhao Rong to be so ruthless! He must have known that every cactus in our True Martial Sect is coated in deadly poison. Using it to stab Baldy… wasn't that a clear death sentence?"
