Roaring Tiger

Chu Li sneered. "How pretentious of you!"

"*sshole, you're asking for it!" Another middle-aged man glared at Chu Li and attempted to slap him.

"Ting!" Chu Li lifted his sword from the table and used it to pierce the oncoming palm. A clanging sound instantly rang out, as though the sword had collided with metal.

Chu Li felt the sword's tip quiver and scoffed. "Are you from the White Tiger Sect?"

"Hmph, other people might be afraid of the Holy Church of Light, but we, the Roaring Tiger Clan, aren't afraid!" The man who raised his hand laughed coldly. "Today, I shall let you know about the rules of Gale City. Death will come to those who offend the Roaring Tiger Clan, even if they are disciples of the Holy Church of Light!"

Chu Li's sword shifted again, but this time, it pierced the man's throat.

"Ting…" The middle-aged man did not evade and allowed Chu Li to attack him. The clanging sound of metal rang out once again.

Chu Li was stunned.