"Nice idea, but unfortunately, you still thought too little."
He said, "Again."
Yan Fei climbed up, covered in dust, gasping desperately.
Unbelievable.
Yet he saw Mr. Ji's expression, half-smiling, half-not.
His little tricks had no effect in front of him; it seemed that everything was already fully seen from the start, as clear as day.
If you want to win, then come openly.
At least there is a slim hope.
He didn't speak, gritted his teeth, and then pulled out two short rods from behind him, not daring to be careless or lucky anymore, as if facing a great enemy.
Truly holding the mindset of even if injuring the opponent, he must win, standing in front of himself.
This is very good.
Ji Jue nodded, increasingly pleased.
This way, I can strike harder... wait, was that what my teacher was thinking back then? Oh no, does that mean I suffered in vain and paid a heavy price?
