One slash after another, all aimed at A Bing.
He had been minding his own business upstairs, but you just had to come looking for trouble. What was that if not a death wish? If you deliberately went looking for misery, how could he possibly let you off lightly?
Just like now, each slash was fiercer and more ruthless than the last. That relentless onslaught was meant to swallow you whole. He did not think you were worth a damn. That was how infuriating it was.
And the result?
There was no result.
Clang!
Clang, clang!
Clang, clang, clang!
One move, two moves.
Countless moves.
A Bing just kept blocking. He had made up his mind to fight this out to the bitter end today. I don't give a damn about you anyway. Do whatever the hell you want.
He watched his opponent's blade intently. Yes, this was going smoothly. As long as it kept going this smoothly, his opponent would eventually be at a loss against him. He had that much confidence.
"Do you really think it's all right to keep being this annoying?" Xuan Zhe's voice was as cold as shards of ice.
A Bing brought his palms together, catching the blade firmly between them.
The blade was locked tight, unable to budge.
Immediately afterward, a side kick shot straight toward Xuan Zhe's waist.
The blade remained trapped, and the leg was already upon him. It was as though the whole thing had been rehearsed in advance. It was guaranteed to land, guaranteed to drive someone to despair. That was how unreasonable it was. What could you do about it?
Xuan Zhe's gaze was now dark enough to drip, and his whole body radiated a sense of foreboding.
The next instant, Flying Thunder God activated. Xuan Zhe vanished,