The willow blade sliced across the man's neck, emitting a sharp metallic sound. Ye Tianfan could clearly see sparks flying off the blade.
Robot?
Could it be that this man is a robot?
A hint of horror flashed through Ye Tianfan's heart. With today's technology, it's unlikely a robot of such high intelligence could be made, right?
Moreover, how could a robot smoke?
He remembered that when they first engaged, the man was holding a cigarette.
Various guesses flashed through Ye Tianfan's mind, as the willow blade drew a cold arc and returned to Ye Tianfan's side.
The next moment, the cold gleam of the willow blade flickered incessantly, and a series of clanging metallic sounds rang out. The bullets originally aimed at Ye Tianfan were intercepted by the willow blade.
"Who are you, really?" Ye Tianfan steadied himself and simultaneously distanced himself from the man.
