When the attacker realized that Nathaniel Ying wanted to leave him behind, he was not frightened but rather stunned, puzzled, and contemptuous.
The one-meter-long Qin sword in his hand had turned into a five-inch-long dagger. The attacker flipped his hand and put the dagger back into the scabbard hanging on his slender waist.
With your mediocre skills, if you hadn't taken advantage of the weapon, you would have been killed by my sword long ago.
The attacker sneered, his eyelashes on his beautiful eyes were like two small fans, slightly curled up, and his eyes were full of provocation.
The intention is very obvious - try to stop me again.
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