The young man weighed the baseball bat in his hand a few times, then looked at Xiao Ling and sneered, "Little Huaya girl, do you really think you're a match for me now?"
Xiao Ling snorted coldly, casually shook her long sword, twirling it into three sword flowers, and said, "Hmph! Originally, I was going to just injure an arm and a leg of yours, seeing as you're just an ordinary person, and if I attacked you, it would be bullying. But now I've changed my mind; your mouth is really too foul, so I'm going to chop off both your arm and leg!"
Hearing Xiao Ling's words, the young man immediately laughed, "Hahaha! I thought I was bullying you, and you think you're bullying me? What a joke! Little girl, I won't hold back against you!"
Someone next to them immediately shouted, "Hey, Jack, go easy, don't kill her. This Huaya chick is quite something; the feistier, the better I like it!"
