"Ah, yes, yes, yes. You're no coward, you're not afraid to die—" The Rope Dart Warlord heard his own voice say something so sarcastic he'd never have been able to force it out in his life. "Then stick your neck out and prove it, why don't you~ A real man can't say no."
The Rope Dart Warlord: "..."
Even she, an immersive-experience bystander, could feel her blood pressure shooting up, let alone the man on the other side. Look, his face had visibly darkened. It was like a shadow had fallen over Yaya's turds as the sun dipped in the sky—stinking and black.
Don't ask who Yaya was. That was her beloved warhorse.
Shen Tang: "..."
When it came to foul mouths, the general under her command was no slouch either.
Gazing up at Captain's face, Shen Tang couldn't help sighing. "Fourteen years of literacy campaigns in the army, and at last we're seeing results."
Who said Martial Gall Warriors had brains made of muscle?
That metaphor was so precise and vivid. He was clearly a cultured man.
"Whelp, you're good for nothing but running your mouth!" Captain was so enraged by Shen Tang that every muscle in his face tensed, coiling with barely restrained force. His skin gradually took on an inhuman brownish-green hue. As the power surrounding him surged, the bricks beneath his feet groaned under the strain, and the fragments and dust from the cracks quivered wildly. "I'll cut out your tongue and have it with my drink!"
"Ew, I don't want to kiss you with your tongue."
A sword cleaved through the air, forcibly interrupting his buildup.
Shen Tang didn't forget to keep needling him. "I've decided to take back what I said about you being more or less a normal person."
Judging by his plan