Rock Slayer truly did not want to fight the mysterious man in black before him. For some reason, their brief exchange just now had given him a faint sense of danger, as though this man possessed an aura that deeply unnerved him.
As an assassin, he had lived with his life on the edge of a blade, so Rock Slayer was extremely sensitive to his own instincts. Those instincts had saved him from danger several times. Upon realizing that the person before him was not easy to deal with, he no longer wanted to fight and only wished to retreat for the time being.
However, Qin Lang showed no intention of stopping. Instead, his attacks grew increasingly vicious as pale green lightning spread over his skin and continuously launched assaults at Rock Slayer.
Judging from Qin Lang's methods, Rock Slayer quickly concluded that this man was not an assassin, because an assassin would not attack with such broad and open techniques. He had also recognized that the green flashes of light Qin Lang wielded were lightning. After attacking, Qin Lang made no effort to conceal the sound or aura, allowing the rumble of thunder to be heard for several kilometers around.
"Enough! I only called Mars a mistress once, didn't I? Was this really necessary? I already apologized—what more do you want?!" Rock Slayer roared.
It was just one remark about being a mistress. Was there really a need to fight to the death over it? At their level, what woman could they not have? Why insist on hanging himself from this one tree?
"You're the fucking mistress! Your whole family are fucking mistresses!" Qin Lang grew angrier the more he fought.
He had heard that Rock Slayer was exceptionally skilled with earth-element techniques, so he had come to test