He spat, which was truly like poking a hornet's nest.
Ma Jingtian was a local ruffian, unused to being bullied.
He flipped the table with a clang, turning it completely upside down.
"Looking to make a scene, huh? Seeking death!"
Chef Yang's neck flushed red, but he was heard stomping back to the kitchen and shortly after, he dashed out wielding two Bone Cutting Knives.
With a jolt of his arms, True Qi was channeled into them, causing the blades to radiate a cold light as they swooped towards Ma Jingtian's head.
Chef Yang's culinary skills were mediocre, but his knife skills were truly remarkable.
The blades, whirling like crescents, created a slicing wind so dense and abrupt it resembled a howling northern gale; he was practicing the Tiger Roar Saber, an Eighth Rank Skill.
