There was no mockery, nor was there any show of strength. It was a comment purely based on a higher level of cultivation.
"Is that all?"
He had never forgotten every single moment of life and death that he had experienced when he was in Wolf Fang Mercenary. The scene of Spencer being shot in the back of his head by an enemy bullet and dying in front of him was still vivid in Trent's mind. So he would never waste any opportunity to kill the enemy immediately.
While Cliff's attack momentum was interrupted by his wrist, he took advantage of this gap to change his right fist into a palm and hacked forward like a huge blade.
"Hiss..."
Cliff took a deep breath.
This time, Cliff was completely on guard. Faced with this attack that was headed directly toward his heart, he exerted force from his waist, dodging to the side. At the same time, the fist that had been grabbed continued to push forward.