"Die!"
As Gentleman Sword's condition grew increasingly feeble, to the point that even his vitality could be felt draining away, the six members of the Wang family simultaneously grew excited and roared ferociously.
They could already feel the arrival of a supreme achievement. The ultimate glory was beckoning them.
The six formed a circle and attacked at the same time.
They moved in a circle, without the slightest disorder.
They were all old hands. The closer they came to success, the more they had to proceed steadily and surely, absolutely leaving their opponent no chance to recover.
"As expected, you were made by monkeys... Speaking of which, your ancestors were all different. Every species was crossbred, yet you cooperate so well. The stranger things in this world really are multiplying."
"Bastards can actually cooperate, hahahaha... Look at the faces of you several fellows. What the hell—gorillas, baboons, monkeys, wild dogs... Damn it... I really can't figure out how they managed to get in the mood. What medicine does your Wang family use? Can you give me some? My cat and donkey have never managed to mate. With your family's medicine, could it make them mate once, like your father and mother did? ..."
Gentleman Sword continued spewing filth.
Fang Che had no intention of listening any longer.
But judging from Gentleman Sword's mouth, Fang Che felt... it was quite possible that Gentleman Sword had more enemies on the continent than he did! More than Night Demon and Fang the Butcher combined? That really wasn't impossible.
With a mouth like that, the fact that Gentleman Sword had survived until now truly meant Heaven favored him. Fang Che was astonished by his longevity.
Fang Che did not know that, precisely because of this mouth, Gentleman Sword had not even managed to participate