Ye Fan's face was cold, yet he couldn't help furrowing his brows. "Caesar's" behavior was extremely unlike that of any normal person, somewhat resembling a madman.
Yet annoyingly, this madman was very strong, even faster than him. Luckily, it seemed that this madman's strength was somewhat weak.
"Caesar, you can't kill me. Just go, find a place to hide, and wait for me to take your head!" Ye Fan shouted coldly. He had no time to waste with Caesar here.
Caesar tidied up his handkerchief, maintaining a noble's graceful smile, "No, no, just now I was merely caught off guard by your sneak attack. Did you think I was really hurt? My healing ability far exceeds your imagination."
As he spoke, he took a few steps towards Ye Fan, his movements and tone coordinated, his gait and figure elegant, exuding a sinisterly soft aura.
"Then come at me if you dare!" Ye Fan wished for a swift battle.