"Cough, cough, cough..."
The hilt of the knife coughed lightly a couple of times, tidying up his clothes.
At the same time, one of the bandits rushed forward, picking up the machete that was thrown to the ground and handed it to the hilt.
He thought he could use his momentum to overpower Gu Sheng.
But Gu Sheng wasn't fazed by this at all, he just chuckled helplessly.
"Come on, let me see what you're made of."
The hilt taunted.
Gu Sheng did not draw the Fire Spirit Dagger, just stood there quietly waiting for the hilt's attack.
Seeing Gu Sheng so dismissive of him, the hilt's heart burned with even more fury.
"Courting death!"
He shouted, swinging his knife towards Gu Sheng.
The blade carried a sound of cutting through the air, aiming directly at Gu Sheng's vitals.
Gu Sheng slightly turned his body, easily dodging the hilt's attack.
The movement was casual, akin to a sidestep dance.
Missing a strike, the hilt became even more enraged.
