Whoosh—
A gust of wind swept past.
Leaves rustled as two top-tier masters faced each other without moving.
Ming Disha said, "Make your move. You're not getting away today."
"Heh heh, I can get away. I can."
"So confident? Why don't you show me?"
Rat Head said, "Competing in Lightness Skill with Duke Disha? Wouldn't that be asking for trouble?"
"Now that's interesting. What makes you think you can escape?"
Rat Head said, "If you insist on keeping me here, Lu Chengwen dies. I may not be able to kill you, but you definitely won't be able to take him away either."
Ming Disha fell silent, and the two continued their standoff.
Lu Chengwen could clearly sense that Ming Disha had wavered!
He was afraid!
He was not afraid of Rat Head. He genuinely felt that if they truly fought to the death here, he might not be able to protect Lu Chengwen.
Rat Head smiled. In an aged yet calm voice, he said, "Duke Disha, Lu Chengwen has limitless potential. Why take such a risk? This rabbit is no more than a stinking bug in a gutter to you—utterly insignificant. But Lu Chengwen... that terrifying power of the Archaic Ape God has returned to the martial world. Wouldn't it be a terrible shame if it vanished into thin air today?"
Ming Disha clenched his fists, then suddenly relaxed them and burst into laughter.
"You're right. A few worthless lives aren't worth as much as my good martial nephew. Go on, go. Just remember, I'm the one letting you off today."
"Hahaha, of course, of course. Thank you for your generosity, Duke Disha. This old man will take his leave."
That attitude showed that Rat Head did not take Ming Disha seriously at all.
He was merely humoring him with