Besides throwing his darts, Fatty also threw a punch toward his opponent. That way, even if his weapons failed to hit the target, his punch would still be able to hit the man in red. "Such useless tricks!" The man in red sneered before whipping his spear around to slap the darts away. Immediately after sweeping the final dart aside, the man thrust his spear forward at an incredible speed. Before Fatty had time to reach, the spear had impaled his shoulder, throwing him backward. "You—!"Fatty tried to get up, but the spear's tip was already resting against his throat. He'd be killed if he made any sudden movements now. "You've lost," The man in red said condescendingly. "W—who on earth are you?" Fatty was terrified. He never imagined that he'd be beaten so quickly and effortlessly. "Listen well. I'm Oscar Winston, and I'm the eleventh on The Heavenly Immortals," the man in red announced proudly. "Eleventh on The Heavenly Immortals?" Fatty was shocked. No wonder his opp
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