"Hiss..."
Ye Chen's move caught Hope completely off guard. He had actually stabbed his own leg with his sword.
Ye Chen's face had darkened. Killing intent surged from him like a raging flood, sweeping outward. Even the air around him shifted, whipping up a sudden gale.
"Hmph. I can still throw your mind into chaos. Don't underestimate my ability."
Beauties as Clouds!
Hope raised his voice and shouted.
A fragrant breeze drifted past Ye Chen, and a dozen beautiful women suddenly appeared before him. Each had her own charms, and each wore very little. In looks and figure alike, they were exceptional.
Within moments, the women came toward him, laughing, posing, and dancing gracefully, showing off all their allure.
Soon they had surrounded Ye Chen. A cold glint flashed, and a knife stabbed toward his heart.
In an instant, death's shadow enveloped him.
Ye Chen gave a cold smile. "I won't fall for that again. Soru!"
A light breeze stirred beneath his feet, and Ye Chen vanished from where he stood.
Hope's illusions were lifelike enough to fool most people. But stabbing his leg had cleared Ye Chen's head and sharpened his resolve to its limit.
He swiftly locked onto Hope from above, then swooped down like a hawk and closed the distance in a flash. His hand shot out. "Finger Pistol!"
With a wet pop, Ye Chen jabbed Hope in the shoulder despite his attempt to dodge.
Hope's brow furrowed in pain, and veins bulged across his forehead. But he paid the minor wound no mind. "Very good. You can actually stay clearheaded. You've got a few tricks."
"Wrong."
"What?" Hope froze and stared at Ye Chen.
Ye Chen said with utter seriousness, "Not a few. I've got plenty."
"You dare mess with me?" Hope was livid. He lunged