Feng Guiyun thrust his sword down.
Lu Chengwen caught the blade with one hand with a snap.
He lifted his head, fixing him with a vicious stare.
In that instant, Feng Guiyun felt his heart suddenly skip a beat.
A trace of fear and some indescribably strange feeling flashed through the bottom of his heart.
But right away, that feeling vanished in a blink, and even he thought it was absurd. What am I afraid of him for?
What the hell was Lu Chengwen?
Wasn't he just suddenly smoking black all over, his strength a little terrifying, his state a little frightening, his eyes a little scary, and above his head there was also... slowly... appearing... a little... green... thing that looked like... some kind of... tiny... flame...?
In the time Feng Guiyun stood there stunned, Lu Chengwen had already risen to his feet. He stared at him without speaking, then suddenly tilted his head and smiled.
Feng Guiyun was still talking tough. "Don't think just because you changed your look, I'll—"
Lu Chengwen kicked him in the lower abdomen. Feng Guiyun's whole body flew backward, slammed into the Dark Barrier he had set up himself, and fell to the ground.
Lu Chengwen reached out, and the black iron staff flew into his palm.
He tilted his head back, took a deep breath, and said, "Who's your superior?"
Feng Guiyun clutched his chest. "Fuck, don't think this kind of lowlife trick can scare me! I'm not afraid of you. Just now you looked half-dead and sickly, and now you're pretending to be your mother's—"
Before he finished speaking, Lu Chengwen had already appeared in front of him, kicked him in the belly, then swung the staff sideways and sent him flying far away. He rolled several times across the ground