Romel, Kairo and the others had never been bullied in such a manner before! They were not young newcomers! They were super powerhouses renowned internationally, the creme de la creme, heroic figures in their countries!
They were the ones who threatened others, not the ones to be threatened!
Nevertheless, Josua’s appearance was a slap to their faces!
The seven of them had him cornered, yet it was like the reverse, as though he was cornering the seven of them. Doubtlessly, it was an insult to them, and it made their lips twitch wildly!
They found Josua to be deplorable. It was something that they would not put up with, especially when the rest of the world’s fighters were watching such an important match.
Kairo was the first to jeer, “Hmph!”
George let out a grunt that sounded like lightning striking the top of the ring.
“That’s very arrogant of you, Josua. How dare you so haughtily threaten us when death is upon you? Do you really think that you’re an invincibilis powerhouse?!”
Black Mamba scolded him loudly, “You’re going to die today, Josua! You’re not an invincibilis fighter, yet you have the audacity to challenge seven powerhouses? You must have lost your mind!”
“I shall give you a chance too. Bow down to us and beg, and we may consider letting you off the hook. Otherwise, you’ll die an agonizing death!”
Lebowski’s face was also flushed. Many of his students were watching the match in the arena, and he was the top hero of his country, the idol of his countrymen who had taught countless students.
George had entered the Martial Arts Cup with the goal of being the champion for his country, but Josua had stolen his limelight. George loathed the man for that.
Given all that, seeing Josua threaten them under such circumstances, he was enraged and considered it unforgivable!
His domineering presence swept across the room like a torrential storm.
George aimed his wrath at Josua like an arrow and shouted, “Josua Larson! You’re too reckless, and you’re going to die today! Not even Rheasia’s Ares can save you!”
The other three perfect-class master fighters were all threatening Josua as well.
They had yet to engage each other in a fight, but they would not allow themselves to falter at Josua’s aggression.
A battle at their level was more than just throwing punches and kicks. It involved mind games and intimidation.
They were seven perfect-class master fighters, but it would be hard for them to utilize their skills if Josua cowed them.
At last, it was Romel’s turn. George glared at Josua and began to speak only when the other six perfect-class master fighters had finished making threats.
The corners of his lips curled up ever so slightly, forming a malicious smile. George was entirely unbothered by Josua’s remarks.
