Facing a regiment of ancient soldiers who fearlessly charged at him to sacrifice themselves, Wu Jie finally understood he had encountered a tough opponent today!
No matter how fiercely he and Feng Ziping fought, they were still being pushed further away from that fat bastard by the surging crowd.
"This won't work. To catch the thief, first capture the king. If we don't kill that fat bastard, we'll be worn out and die!" Feng Ziping manipulated the silver needles, dashing through the enemy ranks. Each needle passed through a soldier's neck without causing bleeding or a fall, only to emit a puff of white smoke and disappear, leaving behind a shattered Roman soldier toy figurine.
After eliminating a soldier with his Butterfly Blade, Wu Jie glanced over at Jiang Feiyang, who was sitting idly playing with toys, and said viciously, "That's right! M D, I never thought I'd experience the feeling of being a one-man army too! Old Feng, just kill that little B brat!"