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It was deep into the night, and the temperature dropped again.

The goose-feather-like snow had completely solidified, scattering everywhere on the howling northern wind.

Standing on ground piled thick with snow and gazing at Su Mo, who held the Great Spear in the distance, Sun Bahu cautiously removed his heavy coat, revealing bronze-colored muscles beneath his clothes.

Back in the age of civilization, he had merely been an ordinary barbecue cook at a street food stall.

After arriving in the wasteland, he had only learned some rudimentary legwork. He had never seen or even heard of the so-called "Martial Arts Techniques."

In his view,

with the rapid changes of the times, those outdated things should have disappeared into the long river of the past as time passed. It was impossible for anyone in the current age to still know them!

But now, looking at the enemy's stance before him, Sun Bahu felt a little guilty and even somewhat cowardly.

"Brother, since you can stand here, there's still room for negotiation between us."

"Up to now, although you destroyed two of my vehicles, as long as you're willing to surrender—no, as long as you're willing to become brothers with me, we can work together toward greatness."

"That's all insignificant!"

"We're both human, and we're both Chinese. We can completely share the opportunities we obtain and grow stronger together!"

Although his right hand still wore a spiked gauntlet and he had not suffered a single injury,

as Su Mo gripped the shaft of his spear invisibly and that imposing aura came rushing over, Sun Bahu still swallowed and tried to persuade him to surrender again.

"Oh?"

"You can take that ruin in Yan Country out and share it with me?"

Suddenly, Su Mo stepped forward.

The imposing aura rushing straight at him