Li Fei laughed. "How about this instead? If you can't beat me, you leave your master right away and stop being his lackey."
"Fine, it's a deal!"
Ermao agreed without hesitation, then said to Du Lei, "Young Master Lei, don't worry. There's no way I'll lose to him."
"Mm, I trust your strength."
Du Lei nodded. He'd offended plenty of people before, and it was always Ermao who cleaned things up with force, his Iron Head Skill smashing enemies like a hurricane.
"Then cut the crap and let's start."
Li Fei hooked a finger at Ermao.
"Die!"
Ermao roared like a tiger descending the mountain, charging at Li Fei with overwhelming momentum.
His head was like a bronze hammer, the power packed inside it astonishing; even a wall in front of him would probably be knocked down with a crash.
After years of training Iron Head Skill, Ermao's bald head could explode with tens of thousands of jin of force. No wonder he was so confident.
