Chapter 1915

"Tut, tut. What a loser…" Sanne snored in disdain as she watched the martial artist drop to his knees in front of her. "You…" he growled. "What, you're still not giving up?" Seeing that the martial artist was still glaring at her, Sanne suddenly raised her foot and kicked him in the chest! Crack! There was an audible crunch as ribs shattered, and the man's eyes widened even as he died on the spot. The other martial artists around them gasped, at once shocked and terrified by how ruthless Sanne was. "Trash. You're all trash." Glancing at the corpse, and then at the other martial artists in the queue, Sanne shook her head in contempt. No one else dared to speak—these people dared to kill on the turf of the Martial Alliance, so they would have a hard time believing that she did not have powerful connections. As such, they were also basically admitting to being what Sanne said they were—trash. Staying alive was much more important than taking offense at some insult, after all.