Cultivation with a System in the Modern World
A square jaw, thick eyebrows, and an almost brutish presence made him look more like a walking fortress than a man.
His fist had completely enveloped the master’s.
The master stumbled back slightly, his face twisted in anger. "Step back! I don’t want to fight you!"
Brutus exhaled through his nose, unimpressed. "You don’t have the balls."
The master’s face contorted in rage. "That girl injured my disciple so badly he lost consciousness! She could’ve held back!"
Brutus stepped forward, his heavy footfall shaking the ground. "You’re going against the rules. If you were so worried about your disciple, maybe you should’ve trained him better."