In the span of speaking, Qing Hong attempted to take two steps forward, realizing the sharpness of the silk web had exceeded his imagination. With every step, a heart-wrenching pain shot from under his feet. Given his current distance from Chang Wei, before he can reach Chang Wei, his soles would be shredded by the silk web.
"Do you think that aside from puppetry technique, I know nothing else? Do you still believe that as a Puppet Master, all I have with me are merely a few strings connecting the puppets?" Chang Wei sneered, this is the consequence of your ridicule.
At this moment, Qing Hong was filled with regret. He should have resolved Chang Wei in one go while he was injured, instead of stopping to taunt. Now he found himself in such a dilemma.
"Did I actually lose?" Qing Hong couldn't believe the reality before him, an unprecedented sense of defeat filled him with shame.
