The County Town.
On the street.
An officer rode a swift horse, galloping toward the Noodle Shop.
Pedestrians moved to the roadside.
The old blind man was no exception.
He stood against a wall, considering what to do next, when a voice suddenly sounded in his ear:
"How about we shake hands and make peace?"
The old blind man spun around.
Behind him was a wall.
The speaker was on the other side.
The old blind man pressed his hand against the wall. Just as he was about to exert force, he stopped.
He now had two choices.
1. Remain trapped here.
2. Break through this wall, go over and fight that Green Brain, and get out if he won.
The best strategy was-
2.
Get out first.
But what sort of being was he?
After being toyed with like this, was he supposed to follow the other party's suggestion and slink away?
With a vicious laugh, the old blind man smashed through the wall and fell into the Lotus Pond with a splash.
He leaped out of the Lotus Pond and landed in the Pavilion.
On the stone platform inside the Pavilion sat a Rectangular Metal Box, only the size of a palm.
No one was there!
It was this metal box!
The voice kept coming from the metal box:
"If you insist on continuing this fight..."
"We'll talk next time."
The voice vanished.
The old blind man strode forward, grabbed the Rectangular Metal Box, and crushed it.
Damn it!
The other party never showed himself at all!
In other words, he didn't dare fight me head-on.
And as long as he doesn't appear, I have no way to break through this blade strike.
-Is there really no way?
The old blind man flickered and suddenly appeared in the