After drawing the longsword, Tan Feiyu did not directly attack; instead, he pointed the sword tip furiously at Wu Zhao's nose and cursed angrily: "I knew you, this cunning thing, suddenly are willing to bleed so much and put ten thousand gold coins on the line for a duel; turns out you had this venomous idea. Today, if I don't beat you so bad that your mother won't recognize you, I'll take your name!"
Wu Zhao, however, had no mind for Tan Feiyu's curses and provocations. At this moment, all his thoughts were focused on resisting the oppression of Tan Shuangshuang's aura. In the past, Wu Zhao always felt that although he wasn't at Tan Shuangshuang's level, he was still a Second Rank Martial Artist and not entirely unable to oppose Tan Shuangshuang.
