When the man in white saw Zhao Rong actually pick up a brick from the ground, he started fidgeting, squatting down and standing up again. "What? You think you're going to hit me? Do you have any idea who I am? I'm Hector's personal messenger! If you hit me, Hector will make you beg for death, but deny you even that!"
Before the restless man in white could finish his sentence, Zhao Rong brought the brick down on his head. "I've had enough of this," he said. "Tell your boss Hector to bring it on."
A single blow from the brick was enough to turn the restless man into a quiet, handsome one.
The man in white, his head now bleeding, lay quietly on the ground and said calmly, "Zhao Rong, my boss, Hector, is a Level 30 cultivator. A Level 22 cultivator like you? He could crush you to death with a single finger..."
With that, the man in white handed Zhao Rong Hector's letter of challenge and fainted.
