The King of Futile Scraping

The tangible sonic waves slammed into Chen Xu, colliding with the force of his punch and vanishing without a trace, leaving devastation in their wake.

He had always thought the white-dressed Armed Envoy looked familiar. Only now did he dredge her identity up from the depths of his memory.

She was Lin Qi's younger sister, Lin Xue—the one who had provided him with the body-nourishing breakthrough method and whom he had met twice.

From their earlier clash, the power the two women had unleashed was far beyond ordinary [Martial Momentum]. Though it did not match Chen Xu at his peak, it was at least at the level of two meridians.

"When we were in Jinning Commandery, I never noticed she possessed such strength." A trace of relief flickered in Chen Xu's eyes. If he had encountered her while he was still weak, he would never have survived.

Fortunately, his strength had already improved. Even injured as he was now, he would not fear either of them if they truly came at him.

"Still got time to pay attention to them? Why not worry more about yourself?"

Hearing the question from nearby, Chen Xu withdrew his gaze. The moment he arrived, he had noticed that the two of them had spotted him.

One was Lin Xue, who was currently locked in fierce combat. The other was the man in sunglasses leaning against a utility pole ahead, idly playing with a dagger.

Perhaps he had absolute confidence in his own strength, because even when Chen Xu had let his mind wander, he had not launched a single proactive attack.

"Back to your senses?" The man in sunglasses raised his dagger toward the sun and narrowed his eyes slightly. "What are you waiting for? Attack me. Otherwise, you'll never get another chance.

"Oh,