Zhao Yan wiped his face, shaking off the alcohol sprayed from Cotton, and grabbed Cotton's collar with a fierce look:
"You damn thing, what have you done!"
Cotton, now drenched in sweat, muttered softly to himself, "Impossible, it doesn't make sense."
"Stop pretending!" Zhao Yan disregarded their shared organization and threw a punch.
Cotton remained in a daze, but his body suddenly expanded twice, like a fluffy cotton ball, nullifying all the force from Zhao Yan's punch.
After landing several punches with no effect, Zhao Yan persisted and ignited a faint flame on his fist, aiming a heavy uppercut at Cotton's abdomen.
With the fire attribute power boosting him, he broke through Cotton's protective ability, landing the punch solidly.
Cotton cried out in pain, the agony snapping him back to his senses. As soon as he recovered, he grabbed Zhao Yan's fist.
Zhao Yan sneered, "You brat, daring to fight back, you..."
