A flash of anger crossed Bryan Wright's face.
He looked coldly at me and said, "Why? Because I am a three-striped member of the Crestwood Training Division! Because my status is nobler than yours!"
Hearing this, I couldn't help but scoff, "In the eyes of people like you, higher status means nobility, but in my eyes, everyone is the same, no matter their class or status."
"As for you, I already know from how you speak that you don't deserve your position, let alone have me greet you," I said coldly.
Bryan Wright's lips twitched slightly, clearly irritated by my words.
"Young man, mind your words," Bryan Wright raised his hand and pressed it onto my shoulder.
I suddenly felt a force pressing down on my shoulder, while a smug smile appeared on Bryan Wright's face.
Without saying a word, I shook my arm, and an immense force instantly rebounded back!
Bryan Wright's wrist was instantly aching, and he staggered back several steps!
