Seeing the laughable weapon in Song Siming's hand, Lu Li facepalmed with one hand and sighed:
"If you don't court death, you won't die..."
Song Siming did not notice Lu Li's change at all. He merely threatened viciously:
"Cut the fucking crap and hand over everything you have, you little dwarf!"
The Trader's build was indeed small, standing less than a meter tall.
It was precisely because of this that Song Siming thought the other party was a weak pushover he could bully at will.
"You called me short?"
The Red-clad Trader's expression grew increasingly strange. The way he looked at Song Siming was as though he were looking at a noisy monkey.
Lu Li silently took two steps back.
It was coming.
Though he had not seen the Trader's methods of attack in his previous life, he had learned a little through other channels.
Aside from those dazzlingly varied items, the Trader also possessed an extremely broken ability.
Compared to a Player, the Trader's talent was probably "spatial-type."
"It's been a long time since anyone dared call me short..."
The Trader spoke blandly, as if reminiscing about something.
He casually made a slicing gesture.
Before Song Siming could even react, his vision suddenly dropped.
The Red-clad Trader, whom he had only needed to look down at moments ago, instantly became someone he had to look up to!
Had the other party suddenly grown taller?
No.
Lu Li was still taller than the Red-clad Trader...
He had become shorter!
Song Siming's eyes widened in terror as he stared helplessly at the inexplicably vanished lower half of his body.
It was gone.
Just like that, it was gone!
"Now, I'm taller than you."
The Red-clad Trader seemed quite satisfied with Song Siming's reaction, his smile teasing.
When the survivors saw their