A wave of fear instantly swept into the heart of the thin, scarred man.
Sweat...
Gradually dripped down.
It was hard to believe that he could actually taste fear from a boy of thirteen or fourteen. Yet that fear was undeniably real.
"Yang Chen." The thin, scarred man shouted in a low voice. "You killed so many members of our Redcoat Gang. Aren't you afraid of our Redcoat Gang taking revenge on you?"
"You killed so many people who bore no grudge against you, and committed such heaven-abandoning crimes. Aren't you afraid of divine retribution?" Yang Chen said expressionlessly, "You're a bandit. Sorry, I have nothing to say to you. Let our hands settle this. Don't tell me you don't even have the courage to fight me to the death."
A powerful aura radiated from him.
That aura sent a chill through the thin, scarred man's entire body.
He had spent years walking along the edge of a blade and had fought countless life-and-death battles. Yet this time, he had actually become afraid.
He did not dare stake his life against Yang Chen.
"What a joke." The thin, scarred man refused to admit what was in his heart. Gripping the sharp blade in his hand, he roared, "Yang Chen, die!"
The next moment, the thin, scarred man's fierce attack had already arrived.
The gale howled. It was clear that even the wind had been stirred by the thin, scarred man's attack.
The Body Refining Realm Seventh Level, with strength exceeding two thousand jin, truly exerted immense pressure.
Yang Chen also knew very well that in a pure contest of strength, he would likely have a hard time defeating the thin, scarred man.
However, that did not mean the Body Refining Realm Sixth Level could not defeat the Body Refining Realm