Amygdala Hijack
"You'll rip my face off?" Kiera laughed, eyeing Cher's meridians in amusement, "You're too busy complaining to learn cultivation and can't even tell the difference between us.
Your poor meridians are useless, suffocating, and nearly toxic. They're much like you, but they have hope of improvement."
They looked like each was trying to breathe randomly, gasping for air without circulation. A single glance was a huge ego boost.
Cher's eyes flashed with murder, but her eyes trembled, looking at the confident pink-haired teen with narrowed eyes.
"Are you being serious about my meridians?" She asked in aggressive interest.
"Of course." The teen scoffed, rolling her eyes, "You're a well for inspiration when it comes to insults, so I wouldn't choose one this obscure if it weren't true."
The blonde's eyebrow twitched, and many men snickered at her savage insults. They were devastating.
"How do you know?" Cher asked sharply, "Or are you just lying and starting shit simultaneously."