The figure stepped out of the shadows and stood before Xuan Zhe.
Xuan Zhe's expression was grim. The other man's arrogant attitude had already made his decision for him-this man had to die. No discussion.
"Why are you staring at me like that? Want to fight? Go ahead. You should be able to tell I've never taken you seriously, not for a second. Yeah, I'm just that arrogant."
"Then keep being arrogant."
Xuan Zhe turned and walked in another direction. His meaning was clear-keep your arrogance to yourself; he wasn't playing along. Act as cocky as you liked. Suit yourself.
The man froze.
Was he supposed to just watch Xuan Zhe leave?
No. Of course not.
A blade stabbed straight toward Xuan Zhe's back.
Clang!
With a casual upward flick, Xuan Zhe easily blocked that crude sword move.
Again!
Wave after wave of fierce attacks came at him without end.
Failure, failure, and more failure.
Not a single attack succeeded.
The clinking and clanging of their clashes, however, never stopped.
The man attacked desperately countless times, only to waste his effort every time-was this what he wanted?
To put it plainly, no!
But what could he do about it? What could he possibly pull off?
Stay calm. I have to stay calm.
"You're not with the Akatsuki, are you?"
"What does the Akatsuki amount to? Do you think I need to hang around a place like that?"
"Then why did you come here to act like a lunatic?"
"The fact that I'm here means your abilities have caught our organization's eye. Now, the organization is inviting you to join. Got that?"
"Oh. I refuse."
Xuan Zhe answered indifferently. *Why should I agree? I refuse, so what can you do about it? Day in, day out-have you run out of ways