"Alloy Saber!"
Fang Mo narrowed his eyes. His body tensed at once, and he stepped backward.
He had been planning to buy a suitable blade so he could practice the Mad Sand Saber Art, but he hadn't had the chance yet. Now his opponent had actually pulled out a weapon.
Having a blade and being unarmed made a world of difference.
Back on Earth, he had trained in martial arts for ten years. He could take on two or three ordinary people without much trouble, but a street thug with a little knife had still stabbed him into another world.
What's more, his opponent was holding an Alloy Saber, far sharper than ordinary refined-steel blades—a true weapon for a martial artist.
"Where do you think you're going?"
Seeing Fang Mo retreat, the man in sunglasses darted forward in an instant. His saber whistled through the air, its fierce gleam slashing toward Fang Mo.
Fang Mo suddenly hooked his foot beneath the injured man in black lying on the ground and sent him flying at the man in sunglasses.
The man in sunglasses hadn't expected Fang Mo to pull that trick. He hurriedly drew back his blade to avoid cutting his own man, then reached out to catch him.
A tiger's roar shook the hall. A dark figure crashed forward like a mountain.
"Eight Extremes Iron Mountain Lean!"
Fang Mo roared and charged like a raging bull, slamming his shoulder into the man in black's back.
This was the most powerful move in Eight Extremes Iron. It could snap trees and send water buffalo flying; its power was astonishing.
In Fang Mo's hands, the move was even more terrifying. His shoulder check carried more than a ton of force.
The man in sunglasses was horrified, but it was already too late.