Lin Xun was stumped for words. He had never seen someone insult themselves in order to insult their opponent. He is…simply mad!

Hu Long’s blood was already boiling with anger. He immediately realized that he had said something wrong but it was already too late to take it back.

The more that Hu Long heard everyone’s laughter, the more his expression changed. He hated Lin Xun more and more. If he hadn't called me a dog, how would it turn out like this?

He’s so hateful!

Embarrassed and humiliated, Hu Long suddenly saw that Lin Xun’s expression was a little overcast and he couldn’t help but smile coldly. “What, someone can’t stand this kind of insinuating attack?”

Lin Xun sighed. He couldn’t even be bothered to assess Hu Long’s intelligence. He was just baffled as to how such an idiot passed the quarterly assessment and could remain in Blood Kill Camp.  

Seeing that Lin Xun kept silent, Hu Long seemed to have found a chance to vent his anger. He arrogantly and triumphantly raised his head and uttered coldly, “Don’t be a coward. Aren’t you very good at talking? If you’re so amazing, come and hit me? Do you dare to...