"Or, you two could just come at me together."
Mo Qi crooked his finger.
"Like I said, if you can so much as touch a single hair on my head, I'll count it as your win."
He stood with his hands clasped behind his back, his tone calm and detached.
His composure, his domineering aura that seemed to look down upon the entire world, earned the respect of the many experts observing from the shadows.
In truth, however, this was not what Mo Qi wanted at all.
He had always been a low-key person, much preferring to get rich quietly without making a scene.
But circumstances forced his hand.
'The External Incarnation is incredible, sure. Indestructible, even. But its combat power is seriously lacking!'
'I might have the Huangfu Brothers completely stunned by my bluff right now, but the moment they see through it and actually attack, it'll be a total, one-sided slaughter. No question about it.'
