When Comparisons Make You Furious

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(Fifth update)

"Kid, you're pretty arrogant. How dare you speak to me in that tone? Do you know who I am?"

As he spoke, the man, who stood over two meters tall and was built like a mountain, suddenly widened his fierce eyes. He raised his heavily muscled right arm, his palm as broad as a fan, and swung it at Yang Ming with brutal force.

Yang Ming did not stand on ceremony either. He pressed his index and middle fingers together, and a three-inch blade of sword qi sliced toward the man without hesitation.

One had to know that sword qi was invisible to the naked eye.

The hulking man merely assumed Yang Ming was putting on an act, trying to block his attack with two fingers. A contemptuous sneer curled across his lips.

What kind of bullshit Dugu Qiubai?

Nothing special.

As that thought crossed his mind, the sword qi at Yang Ming's fingertips had already cut through his fan-sized palm. The instant they made contact, four of the man's fingers were severed and fell to the ground like rotten flesh.

The sneer on the man's face instantly froze, leaving him as stiff as a wax figure in a museum. The sight was indescribably ridiculous.

Every finger was connected to the heart—losing even one hurt terribly, let alone four at once.

Then the searing agony from his hand surged into his mind, like having a man's manhood cut off. The hulking man trembled as though struck by lightning, his massive body shuddering again and again. Cold sweat even poured from his forehead like a waterfall from the sheer pain.

"Ah! I'll kill you!"

Driven mad by the gruesome outcome, the man glared with bloodshot eyes, his temples throbbing violently in a terrifying manner.

Just as the hulking