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"What a troublesome guy!"

Wood had lost count of how many times he had knocked Vic down.

Every time after being knocked down, this guy would charge forward like a watchdog that has lost its mind and knows only how to bite.

Yes... a watchdog!

Wood really didn't want to think of such a guy as a wolf because there are no wolves this foolish in the world; only those guard dogs kept by humans could be so troublesome.

Both weak and difficult to deal with.

Just like Vic right now, dragging his bloody body forward again and again, what's the difference between him and those stupid dogs that keep barking at stronger creatures to protect their territory?!

Wood was truly angry.

"Do you know who you are?!"

Wood slapped Vic down again and then pressed his head, roaring into his ear, "Saint, you are our Saint!"

But Vic still seemed to not hear, as the blood-stained silver hair was still trying to reform electric light, seemingly wanting to counterattack.

"What a fool!"