At first, Alt was a little afraid and cautious when he fought Jordan. After all, he heard from Uncle Lincoln that Jordan could fly. Perhaps he was really a cultivator.
However, after fighting Jordan, Alt had already determined that Jordan was not a cultivator. After all, he often sparred with cultivators in school. He knew what it was like to be beaten by a cultivator. It was a completely different feeling from ordinary people.
At that mont, Jordan was a little flustered. After all, he had just arrived and did not know the difference in strength between ordinary mortals and cultivators.
Although he no longer had the Deity's predictive ability, Jordan predicted that the outco would definitely not be good. Therefore, escaping now was the best solution.
"Although this guy is a cultivator, he probably doesn't know how to fly yet. This is the 200th floor. If I jump down, he definitely won't be able to catch up with ."
So Jordan decided to jump down from the glass window of the corridor on the 200th floor. Therefore, he pretended to continue attacking Alt, but in reality, he was buying ti. He imdiately ran to the window.
However, the windows in the corridor were different from the windows in the room. They could not be opened directly. Instead, they were locked.
"Alt, Martians are born to fly. Don't let him jump!"
Lincoln realized that Jordan was about to escape and imdiately warned Alt.
Alt hurried to the window after hearing that. He kept attacking Jordan, not letting him stay at the window.
In order not to be hit by Alt, Jordan could only retreat continuously and leave the window area.
"Damn it."
Jordan was frustrated. He could not find a chance to break out of the window and jump down in a short period of ti. However, at the sa ti, Alt still could not get close to Jordan as Jordan was able to dodge every attack.
After a round of attacks, Alt was already panting from exhaustion.
"Damn it, this bastard's defensive skills are really good. He's even harder to beat than our senior brothers and sisters."
Alt was a little depressed. He had underestimated Jordan previously.
How could he know that Jordan had once created sothing out of nothing? He had fought the golden horned dragon, fought the widespread evil of this world, and even experienced life and death battles.
Of course, children who had just entered cultivation could not defeat Jordan!
At this mont, Lincoln beca a little anxious. He thought to himself, "I didn't expect this Martian imposter to have such rich combat skills. Alt can't get close to him. I have to help him… I got it!"
Lincoln suddenly rembered that the first thing Jordan asked after seeing Lincoln was if he had seen anyone who looked like him applying for a job here.
"He must be looking for his Martian companion, hehe…"
Lincoln suddenly pointed behind Jordan and shouted in horror, "Damn it! Why are there pale-skinned, black-haired, and brown-eyed people ahead! Alt, leave quickly. His Martian companions are here!"
Perhaps Jordan was too eager to see Salvatore, Dragon, and the others. When he heard Lincoln say that a person with pale skin, black hair, and brown eyes had appeared, he did not think too much about it and imdiately turned around to look.
He really wanted to see his companions on another planet.
However, when he turned around, he did not see anything.
At that mont, Alt attacked him!
Alt turned around and poked Jordan's thigh with a finger.
"Ah!"
Jordan imdiately felt an incomparable pain in his thigh. The pain was different from any pain he had encountered in the past.
At that mont, Jordan felt that he could not even stand steadily. He bent down and had no choice but to support himself with his hands.
When they saw this, many custors started discussing.
"It seems that this Martian man is really an ordinary person. I was poked by an apprentice cultivator once. Their finger contains spiritual power, and the pain is completely different from a usual beating. I cried from the pain and couldn't stand up for a minute."
"Your experience is still alright. I didn't stand up for ten f*cking minutes. The finger power that contains spiritual power is like being struck by lightning or lasers. That's high-tech spiritual power. It's no longer in the category of normal combat."
"Hmph, an apprentice cultivator is fighting an ordinary person. It took him so long to hit him, and he even used despicable thods. I'm on the Martian side!"
As ordinary people, everyone sympathized with Jordan. However, although they sympathized with him, no one dared to stand up for Jordan.
Alt chuckled. "Aren't you good at dodging? Let see if you can dodge another one!"
Roar!
Alt poked out another finger. Jordan extended his hand to block it, but he was still no match for him.
"Ah!"
Jordan scread in pain again.
"Damn it, it hurts…"
Jordan had never been hit like this before. He could not bear the pain for a short period of ti.
Lincoln also walked over arrogantly. "You brat, how dare you lie to and make lose my job? This is the price you have to pay! Now, I want you to kneel down and apologize to imdiately. Otherwise, I'll let Alt cripple you! I'll make sure you can't fly, walk, or be a cultivator for the rest of your life!"
Alt also stood arrogantly in front of Jordan. "Apologize to my uncle now! Trash! How dare you pretend to be a cultivator? You're asking for a beating!"
Many custors could not help but persuade Jordan when they saw his expression.
"Brother, you're still young. You have plenty of opportunities. Apologize. It's indeed your fault for lying."
"That's right, brother. You're born to fly. This is already better than many cultivators. Perhaps you'll have higher achievents after cultivating in the future. Don't end your life here."
Jordan half-knelt on the ground and endured the pain. He gritted his teeth as he looked at the arrogant Alt and Lincoln. His eyes were fierce.
"Senior…"
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