707 Blood Thirsty Skeletal Soldier

"Hahaha! You should have seen their faces when they jumped out of the portal! Hahaha! They looked like clowns!" Little Wei Yan Er laughed.

Zhang Yang scoffed and replied. "You're right. They are nothing but clowns! The fight was rather enjoyable, though!"

If Longrich and Scholar Musou could hear their conversation, they would perhaps, turn around and fight Zhang Yang to the death. They were, at the very least, players who had entered the top 15th Individual rankings. Anyone within the top 100, while possessing A class Inheritances were strong. If Zhang Yang were to call them clowns, where else could he find a true rival?

Even if someone were to complain about Zhang Yang's bad gaming etiquette, he had the right to say such things. Technically, he had faced 4 players alone, excluding the fact that Felice and the Phoenix were not players themselves. Out of the three Transformation skills, he had merely used the Phoenix's skill to defeat all four of them.