The other man shouted, "Hasagi!" and slashed at me.
This was a real Yasuo.
Sword and blade collided with a bang, sending sparks flying.
His cultivation was actually on par with mine.
His expression turned cold as he viciously shouted at me.
"Want to die?!"
I couldn't understand a damn thing, but it definitely wasn't anything nice.
I immediately activated the Tong Ghost Hand within the Evil-Slaying Flowing Cloud Sword.
In an instant, a Tong Ghost Hand covered in black scripture shot out and clawed at the Japanese punk's face.
Since the Tong Ghost Hand had appeared before, this Japanese punk was clearly prepared.
The moment it emerged, he swiftly leaped back.
He coldly said to me again.
"You're pathetic!"
Other than a few classic Japanese phrases, I couldn't understand anything else.
Then Zhang Yuchen shouted from behind me.
"Brother Jiang, this Japanese punk says you suck."
Zhang Yuchen had actually become a battlefield interpreter.
With a cold look on my face, I replied directly.
"I'll let you know soon enough that grandpa will always be grandpa, and a grandson will always be a grandson."
With that, I raised my sword and charged at him.
He raised his hand and threw concealed darts at me, which I dodged in quick succession.
At the same time, I tossed out three Fiend-Suppressing Talismans.
"Edict!"
Three explosions rang out in a row, blasting him backward again and again.
Without hesitation, I lunged forward, slashing down with the sword in my right hand.
My left hand began forming a Thunder Seal.
This Japanese punk had some tricks up his sleeve too. He muttered something incomprehensible under his breath.
But I recognized several of his hand seals.
He was probably about to use some kind of technique.
The instant I closed in, he let out