"Beat people up? I've honestly never done that before," Mo Yang answered candidly.
Yang Qing raised a hand and rubbed his chin. "Then you'd better start learning now."
Before Mo Yang could make sense of Yang Qing's baffling remark, he spotted a band of people in the distance heading straight toward them.
Seeing how those people were dressed, along with the grave expressions on Yang Qing and the others' faces, even someone as inexperienced as Mo Yang understood.
These people had come with ill intent.
Once they drew closer, Mo Yang could see them more clearly.
They were wrapped in black cloth from head to toe, with only their eyes exposed.
"Th-these people are here to attack us?" Mo Yang was startled.
Bu Er glanced at him. "I already told you to leave quickly if you wanted to keep your life. Now, even if you want to leave, I'm afraid you can't."
Mo Yang gritted his teeth. "Of course I'm not leaving. You're all here, so I'm staying too. It's just beating people up, isn't it? All I have to do is swing my fists, right?"
Sensing the overwhelming murderous aura rolling off these people, so thick it seemed impossible to disperse, Mo Yang said quietly, "But these people seem to be death warriors?"
Yang Qing raised an eyebrow. "You can tell what sort of people they are?"
They had only just sensed that these people had come with ill intent. It hadn't occurred to them that they might be death warriors.
But how had Mo Yang known?
Mo Yang scratched his head, then gestured. "I'm not sure either. The term just popped into my head on its own."
Though they were still full of questions, Yang Qing and the others didn't keep pressing Mo Yang.
There were at least