Two or three figures in black suits slowly emerged from the darkness ahead, standing before Chu Ge and watching him with amusement.
Chu Ge glanced around and chuckled. "There are more of you, right? The one who's pretty good with wind blades."
Lei Jiangyong stood before him with his men and laughed. "Of course not everyone needs to show themselves."
"So you're actually more low-tier than they are." Chu Ge tilted his head and clicked his tongue. "Look, they can launch sneak attacks from a distance and take someone's head without a sound. What about you? You didn't strip away my defenses earlier because you were too far away to even see me, so you couldn't affect me. You needed someone else to stop me first, right?"
Lei Jiangyong's expression darkened.
Chu Ge continued his mockery. "And now look at you. Everyone else is hiding behind the scenes, while you're blocking my path... Tsk, are you the boss or some grunt? You're fucking pathetic."
Lei Jiangyong said slowly, "Actually, I didn't have to come out either. Do you know why I'm standing here?"
Chu Ge tilted his head.
Lei Jiangyong squeezed his hands together, cracking his knuckles as his expression turned vicious. "Because I love crushing loudmouths' arms and legs with my own hands, then seeing whether they can still talk tough while they scream!"
As he spoke, his massive fist hurtled straight at Chu Ge's face.
Chu Ge smiled faintly and shifted his feet, easily avoiding the punch. At the same time, he formed a sword with two fingers and lightly jabbed beneath Lei Jiangyong's ribs, like a dragonfly skimming the water.
He seemed to have used no strength at all, yet Lei Jiangyong screamed in pain and staggered several steps back. Clutching his ribs, sweat pouring from his