Clang! Clang! Clang!!!
The sound of metal clashing rang out, unusually piercing, like thunder.
Step! Step! Step!
Ba Yan retreated three full steps before steadying himself. His knife was heavily embedded in the ground, its tip already sunken into the hard rock below, preventing him from appearing too disheveled. At this moment, Ba Yan's face was extremely unpleasant, staring fixedly at Tangyu, but the arrogance in his eyes had long vanished. The look he now gave Tangyu was filled with endless hatred, but it was also laden with gravity.
He finally realized with complete clarity that he had grossly underestimated this guy, which is why he suffered such a major loss at his hands. Damned, utterly damned.
