Dug looked at Tong Shihong and smiled as he nodded. "All right."
Tong Shihong let out a breath and circulated his energy to adjust his combat state.
Dug drew the longsword from his back, held it with both hands, and cupped his fist in salute toward Tong Shihong. Solemnly, he said, "Gate Master Tong, this sword is three feet seven inches long and one inch three fen wide. Forged of refined steel, it once slew the ferocious beast Taotie. Its name is the Taotie Sword."
Taotie Sword? Tong Shihong's pupils contracted. Some rather unpleasant images involuntarily surged into his mind, and the momentum he had just gathered abruptly leaked away.
But seeing Dug's earnest expression, he took a deep breath and adjusted his emotions once more. Following Dug's lead, he raised his fists. "This old man uses no weapons. With these iron fists, I have fought across the world. My fist art is called the 'Overlord Fist.' Gang Leader Feng, please instruct me."
Dug glanced at Tong Shihong again, reached out to pull Wang San over, and said, "Wang San possesses the Heavenly Demon Possession Body and excels at soundwave arts. Wherever his soundwaves reach, they bewilder the mind..."
Buzz! It was as though a bolt of lightning had exploded in Tong Shihong's mind.
His mind went blank. We're competing in martial arts. Fine, you introduced your sword—but why are you introducing him? Tong Shihong glared at Dug irritably and said in displeasure, "Gang Leader Feng, this is meant to be a fair fight between the two of us. If a third person intervenes, even if Tong loses, I will not be convinced."
He had spent his life cautious and composed, yet after meeting Feng Qi, he had lost his composure several times in mere moments. What the hell was