The fatty stared at Ye Guan. “Are you poor?”

Ye Guan nodded. The fatty was confused. “You’re such a talented swordsman. Why are you poor? Are you not a student of the Guanxuan Academy?”

“Are you going to bribe me or not?” said Ye Guan. “If not, then I’m leaving.”

The fatty stared at him without saying anything. 

Ye Guan added, “I actually think that you’re strong. I’m just too fast. I think I won’t be able to withstand your ultimate move.”

The fatty nodded. 

“You’re ruthless,” he said before sending a storage ring toward Ye Guan.

Five hundred thousand gold spiritual crystals! Ye Guan quickly put it away. It seemed that some people in this world truly had too much money. 

Ye Guan’s poverty had turned him similar to a frog in a well. 

The fatty stared at Ye Guan. “Remember, you have to let me finish casting.”

Ye Guan nodded. “Okay.”

The fatty nodded as well and soared into the air. He stretched his hands out and spoke words that Ye Guan couldn’t quite understand. 

Crackle!

A bolt of lightning struck the ground. Ye Guan was shocked, but another bolt of lightning struck the battlefield before he could even recover. Ye Guan’s expression turned serious as more lightning bolts struck the ground. He actually felt threatened. 

This fatty has the real deal! The fatty suddenly quivered, and the fat on his face trembled violently. 

The fatty eventually put his palms toge...