Don't dirty the gentleman's hands.

Silence fell.

The six who arrived all wondered if it was an illusion, especially An Changsheng.

An Changsheng's eyes widened, and he suddenly jumped up, pointing at Mr. Wang: "I understand now, you did it on purpose! You did it on purpose! Now I'm giving you one more chance."

Saying this, he snarled: "Fight properly for me! Just because he says not to draw your sword, doesn't mean you shouldn't!"

Mr. Wang smiled bitterly.

He was a martial artist, and an old hand in the martial arts world, he could see if someone could fight just by looking, not to mention he had exchanged a move just now.

"What do you mean weapons shouldn't be drawn" barely counted as a ladder the other party gave him. If it came to a life-and-death battle, the other party could kill him in one move. Forget everything else, just that speed and power were enough to completely crush him.

Moreover, he saw some familiar shades in that strike from the opponent.