The Weakness (Three Chapters Combined into One 5,000-Word Chapter, Third Update)
"Trash, if you know what's good for you, get out of my way." Wu Biao looked down on Shuren and the others. "I'm leaving this damned place and going home. I don't want to waste my time on a bunch of trash like you."
"What did you say?" Shuren gave Wu Biao a look like he was an idiot. "You actually think you can leave? Hahahahaha! Don't be naive. There's no way you'll ever escape Hell's clutches!"
"Mm... I agree!" Black Blade said casually from the side. "He's not wrong. Even if you give it everything you've got, you'll never escape Hell. Of course, the trash over there who are even weaker than you won't make it either!"
Shuren had been looking at Wu Biao with a cold sneer, but after hearing Black Blade's words, he glared at him in anger. "You bastard, what did you say?" As he spoke, a Flame Javelin formed in each of his hands.
"Hmph... That's something you don't see every day." Wu Biao looked at Shuren, interest flickering across his face. "There sure are all kinds of abilities here in Hell. There's a tentacle monster over there, and now we've got a guy who plays with fire. What kind of tricks can you do, masked man?"
With that, he turned to look at Black Blade beside him.
Black Blade's face darkened. "Want me to kill you?"
"Go ahead!" Brother Biao waved a hand, unconcerned. "I'll take all six of you on at once. That might actually make things more interesting!"
"..." Black Blade's mouth twitched.
There was no denying that Brother Biao's natural ability to provoke people was getting stronger and stronger. At the very least, Shuren and the other four looked absolutely