It had to be said that Bang had arrived at exactly the right time.
If he had been even 0.01 seconds slower, Sweet Mask might have ended up lying in a pool of blood again, bisected at the waist and left on the verge of death.
Perhaps only a martial arts master like Bang could seize an opportunity within such a tiny gap in time and prevent what was about to happen.
In any case, beneath the completely natural air surrounding him, the tension and pressure permeating the air seemed to have dispersed, utterly relaxing.
Fang Li's brows furrowed slightly, while Sweet Mask's taut body involuntarily sagged, leaving only his ragged breathing.
Bang turned his gaze toward Fang Li and spoke pleasantly.
"Won't you even give this old man some face?"
Hearing that, Fang Li glanced at Sweet Mask. Seeing him stare intensely while panting heavily, drenched in sweat, Fang Li closed his eyes.
"Forget it. I was starting to get tired of this anyway."
As he said that, Fang Li removed his hand from Bō Xié. Bō Xié swayed once and vanished.
"Hoho..."
Bang made an intrigued sound.
Even Sweet Mask involuntarily looked Fang Li up and down.
Neither of them was seeing Fang Li's mysterious method for the first time.
Sweet Mask had seen it during his duel with Fang Li.
Bang had seen it during the meteor disaster last time.
Neither could figure out how Fang Li could casually produce or hide a weapon over two meters long as though performing magic.
Or perhaps it really was some kind of magic trick?
That was what they both thought.
In truth, Fang Li had merely taken Bō Xié out of the Fairy's Cloth Bag at extremely high speed.
Because Fang Li did not wear the Fairy's Cloth Bag