The simple three words, "What do you think?" made the meaning all too obvious. Frankly speaking, if the situation were reversed and Hua Zhen were the one in danger, Hua Ye would never have easily spared his third brother either.
Because they both understood that opportunities must not be missed.
Suspended above Sky Pit Valley, the reverse-flowing wind whipped their clothes with a fierce rustle. Though both wore magnificent armor, their bearing could not have been more different. They stared at one another—one calm as an ancient well, his eyes brimming with killing intent; the other dark-faced, frustrated, and furious.
Seeing that the emotional appeal had failed, Hua Ye gritted his teeth, turned his wrist, and transported out the Engine-level Void Weapon Karl had given him. Holding it horizontally before himself, he shouted with insufficient confidence, "Old Third, I admit you're stronger than me, but don't forget that times have changed. If you force me to risk my life, you definitely won't come away unscathed either!"
An amused smile touched Hua Zhen's lips. "Oh? Are you sure?"
"Whoosh—"
Though his voice was still carrying through the air, Hua Zhen himself had already flashed ghostlike to Hua Ye's side. His expression was cool and indifferent as the longsword in his hand came chopping down without mercy.
When enemies met, they always spewed endless nonsense. Hua Zhen had always despised all that pre-battle posturing and bluster. Since both sides wanted to kill the other, why waste breath?
If you could fight, then stop talking. Just do it!
Clang!
Hua Ye had kept his mind highly focused all along. The instant he caught sight of the other's figure from the corner of his eye, his pupils contracted sharply. Before he had time to be surprised, he twisted his waist with all his strength