The summer mountain forest, where heat waves steamed through the dense foliage.
The hillside was covered with overgrown weeds, almost reaching their knees.
A few flower-footed mosquitoes, tracing the scent of the living, buzzed noisily around their ears.
"Snap!"
Two palms suddenly clapped together in mid-air, squashing a blood-engorged mosquito into a puddle of dark red mush.
Cheng Jiashu flicked away the blood from his palm, his brows knit with disdain:
"This damn place, even the mosquitoes are so brazen."
"You, a dignified S-Class powerhouse, are actually afraid of mosquitoes?"
A companion's voice came from beside, tauntingly.
Cheng Jiashu turned his head to look behind him.
He saw Fang Cheng carrying a blue canvas satchel, casually strolling across the grass, like someone out for a leisurely picnic.
"Mosquitoes aren't human, their brains are the size of a pinhead. How could they sense if I am a powerhouse?"
