Dog Slaughter

Dawson, who had deeply experienced Zhang Tie's cunning and ferocity, watched Zhang Tie's calm and composed manner. All sorts of thoughts churned through his mind. After confirming that no one else was nearby, Dawson even carefully inspected the ground in front of him to make sure Zhang Tie had not tampered with it.

"Your nerve has grown quite a bit!" Dawson's sharp gaze moved from the ground to Zhang Tie, unblinking, as though he wanted to see straight through him inside and out. He had also noticed the short spears beside Zhang Tie and in his hands. Dawson remembered that Zhang Tie had not seemed to have these two weapons when he fell off the cliff last time. How had they suddenly appeared now? Still, both weapons were extremely ordinary in design, nothing special. Though Dawson found it somewhat strange, he did not take it to heart.

"My nerve has always been great!" Zhang Tie smiled, revealing neat teeth. Under the effects of his powerful Marrow Power, all his teeth had finished changing over the past two days, and his new teeth had all grown in. Each one was like smooth white porcelain—fine, tightly packed, hard and sharp as diamonds. What slightly puzzled Zhang Tie was that he seemed to have grown a few extra teeth. Though he had never been bored enough to count his teeth before, over the past two days he had taken a careful look. He truly did have several more teeth than before.

The sight of Zhang Tie smiling made Dawson's eyes sting.

"Those with guts generally have something to rely on. I went to see the spot where you fell from the cliff, and I roughly understand what you're relying on. But in barely more than ten days, no matter what you obtained from