"Haven't seen you for months, but your mouth's still sharp; too bad your courage has shrunk." Even Zhang Xiayang, patient and radiating a killing aura, couldn't handle Ye Tian constantly evading.
The two stood five meters apart. Ye Tian checked the distance and then stepped back another five meters before nodding in satisfaction. "Being cowardly is fine as long as it keeps you alive, right?"
"Too bad you won't survive today."
"Cut the crap, plenty of people have been after my life, you're just the smallest fry. I've already given you some respect, take it or leave it, no need for this bullshit. You wanna play? Fine, come on! I'm game!"
Ye Tian, seemingly tough but actually shameless, bent down and undid the knife strapped to his calf. He flipped it in his hand, threw a flourish, not bad, not rusty at all. Then he looked at the figure approaching slowly with a long blade, and then at the sharp but short weapon in his hand, shook his head quietly, this is unfair!
