The tall, stout figure once again felt a trace of displeasure at Zuo Xiaoduo's choice. After their repeated exchanges, Zuo Xiaoduo could not possibly be unaware that his true strength far surpassed his own.
In such an utterly direct, uncompromising clash, not only did he stand no chance of winning, he would only hasten his own defeat. It really was the worst possible choice at present!
Yet just as the four hammers collided with a thunderous crash, another unexpected change occurred-
Pfft! Pfft!
Two streaks of cold light suddenly appeared and shot out at tremendous speed. With no time to spare, danger sprang up at close quarters, aimed straight at the eyes of the man opposite him.
"Fuck!"
That cry truly burst out without thought.
This had come far too suddenly. Even the battle-hardened tall, stout figure could not react in time...
However, that inability to react was limited solely to his current state!
Just as the two streaks of cold light seemed about to strike him, the tall, stout figure spat. With a single mouthful of thick phlegm, he actually knocked away the two Awl Needles Zuo Xiaoduo had hidden on his hammers and suddenly launched. He roared furiously, "What kind of fighting is this? What a damned mess!"
Though he rebuked him aloud, inwardly he drew a sharp, cold breath.
That was close!
This brat's hammers actually had hidden mechanisms and traps!
Damn it, he really took after his father. So underhanded!
Installing hidden weapons on the Thousand Soul Nightmare Hammer! This was fucking... like screwing a dog!
Had his own cultivation not far exceeded this brat's, allowing him to remain composed despite his alarm-had he really possessed only the strength he was displaying today-there was absolutely no way he could have dodged those two hidden weapons!
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