"You're the difficult one here."
Liu Zheng got angry too.
"I already said I was willing to help your father with his illness. The doctors you hired at great expense can't cure him anyway, so why can't you let me take a look?"
"What do you know? Physical illnesses are easy to treat, but illnesses of the heart are difficult—"
Ma Baoli realized she seemed to have let something slip and quickly stopped.
"Why are you so concerned about my father? Did he do you a favor, or do you have some old connection with him? Unsolicited kindness usually hides ulterior motives. You definitely have another agenda."
She stared at Liu Zheng as she spoke.
"Fine, to be honest, I wanted to do you a favor so you'd accept the delivery."
With things said this far, Liu Zheng laid his cards on the table.
"I knew it. If you want to deliver food to me, we'll settle it with our hands!"
Ma Baoli's willow brows rose. Her hand moved with her body, five fingers clenched tight as she chopped toward Liu Zheng's face.
"Xingyi Splitting Fist!"
Tangible palm force condensed around her hand, truly forming a gleaming broadsword.
"Fuck!"
Feeling that invincible momentum, Liu Zheng's heart jolted.
Wasn't it said that Ma Fuguo's disciples were all weaklings? Why was this Ma Baoli so fierce?
Could it be that Ma Fuguo really had held something back when teaching his disciples, and only his biological daughter, Ma Baoli, had inherited his true teachings?
Liu Zheng did not dare be careless and immediately drew the Rusty Blade to block.
Although Anger had not yet been unsealed, the hardness of its perfect-quality blade would not change.
Clang!
Her flesh palm struck the blade, yet it made the sound of metal striking metal. And it