"Why not... give it a try?"
Deep in guilt, Cui Yuan lifted his head, his face filled with determination.
"It's okay, I can handle it."
"...No, I can't handle it."
Sweat began to form on Du Chengfeng's forehead; he truly couldn't take this.
He had bluffed before, but when people did such things, they usually approached it from a standpoint of imposing presence or pressure. Like Du Chengfeng himself, when he needed to intimidate others, he would wield his two fire knives, with flames of black and red intertwined with the light and shadow, complementing his already massive physique. Often, this would achieve the effect of subduing the enemy without a fight.
But Du Chengfeng hardly ever spoke about this—after all, boasting about one's prowess... although it was indeed effective, it felt somewhat shameful.
