The iron door slammed shut, and Xu Huo was about to go over when the three players who were repelled by the flames returned, blocking his way, "If you manage to take Young Master Yang with you today, how are we supposed to get by in this circle afterwards?"
Xu Huo glanced at their lower bodies, "Judging by your bare-assed display today, you're doomed to not get by anymore. Better clear the way and save your own lives."
The man in the trench coat wiped the charcoal dust off his face, revealing a set of white teeth, "You think you're the only one with props?"
As he spoke, a bowling ball appeared in his hand and with a light pat on the ground, it bounced towards Xu Huo!
Xu Huo swung his Sword to block, but the bowling ball, incredibly elastic, dented in the middle when chopped and, like slime, clung to the Sword blade before trickling down.