Xu Hao weighed the kitchen knife in his hand and asked, "What are you laughing at?"
Wang Zihao lifted the mountain slashing blade that was over a meter long in his hand, then pointed at Xu Hao's kitchen knife and burst into laughter, "Look at my blade, a meter and thirty centimeters long. In the hands of an ordinary person, it could slice through steel reinforcement. In my hands, it can split a wall in two. Now look at your kitchen knife, I'm starting to wonder whether you're here to fight or to crack jokes?"
Xu Hao remained indifferent and smiled lightly, "Haven't you heard what Anna said? 'No matter how high your skill, you still fear a kitchen knife.'"
"Hee hee, Brother Hao really spoils me." Anna laughed happily, her joy akin to that of a three-hundred-pound fatso.