The people around hadn't expected that Ning Fan had only casually agreed, and this big guy immediately climbed up the pole, so they couldn't help shooting him a slightly contemptuous look.
The burly man didn't care what they thought at all; he just stared fixedly at Ning Fan, as if he wanted to spot some flaw in Ning Fan from his movements.
Only, after saying that sentence, Ning Fan just stood there without moving anymore. He had absolutely no intention of making a move to fight them, so the bald brute couldn't help asking,
"What are you doing? Didn't you say to let us come at you directly? Why aren't you coming over to fight?"
Ning Fan couldn't help but laugh out loud. "I said you could just charge straight at me and see whether you can get close to me at all."
After saying that, Ning Fan took a sword from his body—the very Flying Sword that had been circling around him these past few days. He gripped the hilt and said to them,
