Leon Chen was angry and put on such a posture. This was not a fight, but a contemptuous toy with his opponent--unfortunately, the person being despised was himself. How could he not be angry?
Stretch out your hand and grab it.
The man let go and avoided the blow from the crescent blade as he had foreseen it.
Leon Chen took a few steps back. The crisis of being held in the palm of his hand and unable to protect all the fatal flaws in his body was lifted. After his rationality faded away, a strange feeling of loss came over him.
---How is this going?
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