"The blade is destroyed, what else can you fight me with?" Yi Shuiyan sneered coldly, sheathing his sword and standing upright, his posture as sharp as a blade, his aura intimidating and overwhelming.
Ling Chen casually threw away the broken Wolf Kiss, rubbing his sore right shoulder, and replied, "I still have my hands and feet, a pair of fists is enough. Let's go again!"
Hearing this, Yi Shuiyan did not strike immediately but sheathed his steel blade, held the scabbard with one hand behind his back, and extended the other hand forward, speaking indifferently, "I won't take advantage of you. If you want a fistfight, I'm game. Just withstand three moves from me using one hand, and I'll let you go tonight."
One hand?
Ling Chen was slightly taken aback, a surge of nameless anger instantly welling up in his heart. This bastard, he was underestimating him too much, it was an outright insult.
