Black Wolf was stunned, touched his nose, and frowned, only then realizing he'd fallen into a trap. Liu the Tyrant's broadsword was already coming down on him, and Black Wolf gritted his teeth and retreated repeatedly. Liu's sword technique was first-rate, and a flurry of attacks made it hard for him to dodge, nearly cutting his head. Black Wolf panted heavily, his face pale. Liu the Tyrant grinned and said, "Brother, you've got a lot of boogers in your nostrils, let me help you pick them!"
"Damn!" Feng Zhixiao exclaimed on the side, almost tearing up. Damn it, Liu the Tyrant this scoundrel had zero shame when it came to picking his nose. Among everyone, Liu the Tyrant was the most fond of picking boogers—not just his own, but wanting to help others too. Feng Zhixiao almost laughed until he lost his breath.
Black Wolf was completely disgusted by Liu the Tyrant, urgently retreating and swinging his machete to charge again.
