"Hero, wait!"
Just as the deadly palm was about to strike down, Jia Wen decisively knelt on the ground.
"If the hero merely seeks a duel with a master, why seek me out? I have no martial skills at all!"
"...Hmm?"
The hand that was about to strike stopped in mid-air.
"You can't fight?"
"I can't fight, truly can't fight."
Jia Wen nodded repeatedly.
"If you don't believe me, look at me. Does it look like I have any signs of being able to fight?"
Saying this, Jia Wen simply took off the outer layer of his dragon robes, leaving only thin clothes.
Indeed, while Jia Wen was well-preserved for someone his age, his sturdy frame was ultimately only at a normal person's level.
He truly had no martial skills.
"How did you become emperor if you can't fight?"
The large-bodied man grumbled and withdrew his hand.
This also brought Jia Wen a sigh of relief.
