As long as he wanted to, wearing these people down was child's play. Nothing would change. He would just keep dragging things out, whether they liked it or not.
When would this cycle end? Things couldn't possibly get any better.
His head really hurt.
"Can we talk this over calmly? If there's a problem, let's put it out in the open."
Bingzi spoke with a measure of patience in his voice.
But the next second, the Flying Thunder God Slash came cleaving toward him. How was that any attempt to talk? It was clearly an attempt to send him to his grave without another word. Whether he was happy about it made no difference whatsoever.
Xuan Zhe's attitude made Bingzi extremely unhappy.
But did an incoming attack necessarily land? Bingzi was no pushover. He sidestepped and easily dodged it.
He dodged once, then a second time, then a third. At this rate, he could dodge every attack. That was a certainty.
"You... doing this really pisses me off!"
"Then suck it up. Do you think I care whether you're pissed off?"
"Kid, if you keep this up, we won't be able to communicate!"
"I didn't come here to communicate. I came to kill you."
As those words fell, Xuan Zhe attacked again. Slash after slash, blades flashing, frightening enough in their own right.
That was precisely the effect he wanted: to scare him to death.
Time trickled by. Who knew how long had passed?
The clanging never stopped.
His opponent really was a tough customer. Whenever he couldn't dodge, he took the blow head-on. That layer of armor on his body simply couldn't be pierced**.
If this dragged on, things really would look bad.
Xuan Zhe stared coldly at the man opposite him, his eyes filled with chill. The man