The black man waved his dagger and charged at Shaochen, a trace of murderous intent flashing in Shaochen's eyes. With a flip and a side kick, the knife clattered to the ground.
Shaochen advanced and, within a few moves, had the black-clad man beaten to the point of searching the ground for his teeth, screaming repeatedly.
Shaochen stomped on the black man's cheek, who coughed up blood and pleaded regretfully, "Hero, spare my life! I'm begging you, please... I'm begging you..."
Shaochen's lips twisted into a cold smile, "You don't even know your own weight, yet you dare to mess with anyone! If I spare you, you'd only be trouble..."
After he finished speaking, Shaochen withdrew his foot.
The black man hesitated, thinking he had been spared, and quickly scrambled to kneel on the ground, "Thank you, hero... Thank... uh..."
