"Holy shit, you fucking Big Blackie, you really have no shame! Big Blackie, why didn't you say any of this when you were teaming up with that damned Theodore to ambush me?!
Fine, fine! If that's how it is, bring it on!
Today, I'll let you taste just how formidable I am!"
Ying Ming Hao abruptly raised his saber and pointed it straight at the pitch-black fellow before him, hurling a nonstop stream of curses.
At the same time, he turned and earnestly instructed Yang Fanyuan beside him:
"Little Yuan, go rest off to the side! There's nothing for you to do here!"
Clearly, Ying Ming Hao intended to deal with this wretched Big Blackie alone.
Yang Fanyuan felt utterly helpless at being called Little Yuan to his face.
At first, they had addressed each other as senior and junior brothers; later, Ying Ming Hao had switched to calling him "Brother Yuan." Now, he had become "Little Yuan." How the hell could someone be so fickle?!
The man changed his face faster than he turned the pages of a book!
"Hmph!"
Yang Fanyuan spat a thick wad of phlegm onto the ground in indignation. As for whom that spit was directed at, perhaps even he couldn't say.
Then he shouldered his long spear and headed straight for the distant battlefield without looking back, joining Yang Fanzhou in the assault on Ning Huai's group.
"Ying Ming Hao, I've long heard of your illustrious exploits, but I'm no pushover either!
Back in the day, I was quite the formidable fellow. At six months old, I could stand up and walk as swiftly as the wind; the moment I turned one, I could compose poetry and prose. By three, I was even more incredible-I could raise my blade and take a life