Zhao Rui was in the middle of eating his noodles when he saw what was happening. With a casual wave of his hand, a surge of True Qi billowed out, nudging the falling man's trajectory to one side.
With a yelp, the man landed flat on his face and let out a miserable cry.
The man's Martial Arts were clearly terrible.
The woman's performance, however, exceeded Zhao Rui's expectations. 'I figured she was just some reckless girl who didn't know any better, but it turns out she actually has some real skill.'
'Unfortunately, even a mighty dragon can't crush a local snake.'
'Unless one's Martial Arts reach a transformative level, no amount of skill can overcome sheer numbers.'
The man scrambled up from the ground, looking disheveled, and charged headfirst toward one of the desert bandits without a moment's hesitation.
"Damn it, what a noisy pretty boy."
