Du Ge looked at Tong Shihong and smiled, nodding. "Good."
Tong Shihong let out a breath of relief and adjusted his state for battle.
Du Ge drew the longsword from his back, held it in both hands, and cupped his fists toward Tong Shihong. He said solemnly, "Master Tong, this sword is three feet seven inches long and one inch three fen wide. It was forged from fine steel, and once slew the vicious beast Taotie. I named it Taotie's Sword."
Taotie's Sword?
Tong Shihong's pupils contracted. A few rather unpleasant images involuntarily intruded into his mind, and the momentum he had just built up suddenly dissipated.
But seeing Du Ge's perfectly serious expression, he took a deep breath and steadied himself again. Following Du Ge's example, he showed his fists. "This old man doesn't use weapons. These iron fists of mine have taken on the whole world. I call my style Overlord Fist. Gang Leader Feng, please enlighten me."
Du Ge glanced at Tong Shihong again, then reached out and pulled Wang San over. "Wang San has been possessed by a Heavenly Demon and is skilled in sonic attacks. The sound waves can bewilder the minds of anyone they reach..."
Buzz!
It was as if lightning had exploded in Tong Shihong's mind.
His mind went blank. We're having a martial arts match. Fine, you introduced your sword, but why are you introducing him?
Tong Shihong glared at Du Ge in irritation and said, "Gang Leader Feng, this is a fair fight between the two of us. If a third person interferes, then even if I lose, I won't accept it."
He had always been cautious and composed. He never expected that after meeting Feng Qi, he would lose his composure several times in such a short while. What a