He pulled out the lime from his chest and drew the dagger from his waist.
All in one swift motion.
This set of moves, Jiang Shu had practiced countless times in the small courtyard, and he was already exceptionally skilled at it.
His figure burst forward, the grip on his dagger growing tighter.
He didn't know what realm this martial artist who came to rob him was in.
*Cowhide? Stone Skin? Or Iron Skin?*
But that didn't matter.
This was his counter-kill now.
*After all, on the panel, the shuttle time's cooldown had long since finished!*
Retreat was ready.
So, life and death mattered little!
Zhao Tai and Zheng Kun weren't truly life-or-death battles.
This fight, perhaps, was.
"Not bad!"
To become a Martial Artist in the Skin Grinding Realm was not something just anyone like Zhao Tai or Zheng Kun could achieve.
