"..."
The Red Raincoat was silent, and after a long while, his wrinkled mouth corners slowly curled into a sly smile.
"That's really... just great!"
Whoosh!
Without warning, a slash of blade light tore through the air, skimming over Zhou Yuan's throat.
Clang!
Sparks flew, and a high-pitched sound of clashing metal echoed as the sharp knife in the Red Raincoat's hand shattered in response.
The Red Raincoat stood frozen for an instant, then immediately retreated, feeling a chill all over his body. Why could a human's throat be so hard?!
"Do you not understand the worth of the True Dragon physique? Brother is a dragon! Bring it on!"
Zhou Yuan stepped forward aggressively, unleashing a Beng Fist. The roaring sound thundered like rumbling thunder, a turbulent air wave exploded, vibrating the fine curtain of rain into clarity.
The Red Raincoat spat out a mouthful of blood and slumped down slowly, like soft mud.