Continuous Suppression with Ease

Xu Xiaoshou was back in the hands of the masked man again. This time he behaved as amiably as a cat.

"Well stop torturing me! I'm not that formidable at all!" Xu Xiaoshou said weakly.

A hint of a smile appeared in the cloudy eyes of the masked man. The man started to say something, but then he began to cough violently.

"Cough, cough…puff!"

Xu Xiaoshou was nervous to hear this coughing sound, and he wondered if the man would accidentally drop him since he was coughing blood.

He'd figured out why the masked man was so weak at the moment—employing a powerful strike could also injure one's body.

"Was that move just now 'All Things are Swords'?" Xu Xiaoshou asked.

The masked man nodded. "The Innate Level 'All Things are Swords.'"

Xu Xiaoshou: "…"

"Like I'd believe that," he thought. "I am innate sword will myself, so I very well know the magnitude of the innateness. Who are you trying to fool?"