The old man's goal this time was to seriously injure Su Qingfeng.
"If you've got the guts, throw away your weapon and fight me to the death, one-on-one!"
Su Qingfeng roared angrily, stepping into the air.
The opponent could understand his intention.
"Hmph!"
However, the elder of the Steel Bone Race merely sneered contemptuously, as if saying: Simpleton!
Damn it!
Without a good weapon, I'm fighting with my hands tied and can't fully exert my strength.
If this old man keeps harassing us, the Shenchu Corps will continue to suffer losses.
Su Qingfeng was anxious at heart.
Jiliwala, jiliwala!
The old man raised a branch, pointing distantly at Su Qingfeng's crotch, mocking him: Today you're dead for sure; with one stick, I could pierce your guts.
"I'll skin you alive!"
Su Qingfeng advanced to fight again.
Unfortunately, this time the old man flickered and directly fractured Su Qingfeng's blade.
Hehehehe!
