The Silver Vine Mechanic Soldier maintained an eerie smile, slowly drawing two slender, sharp daggers from behind his back.
He tilted his head to size up Yu Wentong, much like a gourmet poised to feast with fork and knife in hand.
"Damn it!"
Lu Yuan punched the ground beneath him fiercely, the resounding blow causing the skull peak, nearly two-thirds submerged in the Black Qi tide, to reverberate, teetering on the brink of collapse.
With such prowess, had it been used earlier, he and Yu Wentong would have long since fled.
How could anyone undergo such a significant metamorphosis in skills in such a short time?
Compared to the "Andusha" before him, the one he had beaten to near death, curled into an egg, seemed as clumsy as a novice apprentice.
"Or perhaps it's not the same person at all?!"
A suspicion suddenly emerged in Lu Yuan's mind.
But regardless of the truth, the most important thing now was to defeat the opponent in front of him.
