Command-Type Talent

"Very good. You actually saw through my scheme in advance..."

"To reach your current strength and status, it really wasn't by luck."

Old Dog looked at the two before him, his face turning solemn.

He had wanted to make things easier for himself, so he had used his carefully hoarded colorless, odorless poison.

But he had never expected these two to use high-grade antidote items in advance!

Hot pot?

He had no idea what kind of antidote item that was. He would have to look it up the next time he returned to the Reincarnation Space.

Then, seeing the two of them reveal fierce expressions, a trace of savagery appeared in Old Dog's eyes.

"Before, I merely wanted to pay the smallest possible price. Don't think that just because you luckily broke my first move, you can do whatever you want!"

After roaring, Old Dog slammed his palms together, directly catching the Projected Longsword Xu Yue had fired at him.

Then the force of the longsword kept pushing him backward.

Even with Old Dog's boss-level control, the ground was plowed into a deep trench.

Holding the longsword between his palms and feeling the power contained within, Old Dog silently cursed his bad luck.

He had originally thought this guy was definitely weaker than Sun Lin beside him, which was why he had wanted to crush his attack head-on and seize the initiative with the first strike.

But he had never imagined that his destructive power would be this strong!

His arms trembled with aching pain. After sliding back dozens of meters and feeling the sword's force weaken, Old Dog roared, his arm muscles bulging as he viciously crossed his hands and snapped the Projected Longsword in two.

The broken sword spun through the air and embedded itself upside down in