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"After all, the Nine Great Wolf Banners are not to be trifled with, and once a Flying Knife is used, it's gone."
"Heh heh, Brother Cheng, don't underestimate my Flying Knife. My Li Flying Dagger never misses its target, no matter who it is, a single throw could finish them off." Zheng Ming, who had drunk a bit too much, began to boast about his own abilities using Li Xunhuan's identity.
"Could your old strength take down a Third-Rank Grandmaster with one throw?" The man with the surname Zhen chuckled and asked Zheng Ming.
"What's a Third-Rank Grandmaster? He can't handle even one of my throws!" Zheng Ming expressed his honest feelings while drunk, speaking loudly.
His statement provoked a burst of laughter from the surrounding crowd.
Zheng Ming's head was a bit unclear at this time; he originally thought he was perfectly fine, but he had overestimated his capacity for alcohol.