Yang Fei smirked slightly, leisurely looking at him.
"You want to beat me up, you're not qualified!"
As he spoke, his chest suddenly caved inward, and a surge of force roared out.
With a crack, Laine's wrist bone was abruptly shattered.
Laine screamed, holding his broken wrist, incredulously looking at Yang Fei.
"You... what kind of sorcery is this?"
Yang Fei snorted, casting a sidelong glance at him.
"If you were on the battlefield and encountered an enemy like me, what would you do?"
Laine was also a tough guy, glaring fiercely at Yang Fei.
"Fight to the death, go down together."
"Idiot!"
Yang Fei spat, cursing a dirty word.
As he spoke, he suddenly snatched the dagger from Laine's waist, and the Spirit Snake Slash was unleashed, enveloping Laine in a radiant sword light.
Laine felt a chill all over, as the icy sword light moved over his body.
His vision sparkled, unable to even see his enemy, let alone launch an attack.
