Why Did He Come?
Penerjemah: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Feng Wuhen was like a wild beast, and Guo Jianghu dared not underestimate him. He grabbed a Nonuple Cycloblade from one of the Dragon Gang's members beside him and charged at Feng Wuhen. Nine iron rings were looped at the back of the blade. They gave off the crisp sound of crackling metal whenever the weapon swayed, while a tremor-inducing light shone out from its frosty tip.
"Clang!"
The weapons collided mid-air, emitting the deafening screech of metal on metal. The colossal force surged along with their blades toward their wrists, propelling them both four or five steps apart.
Guo Jianghu's Nonuple Cycloblade was an armament made of stainless steel with extremely high tenacity. The blade in Feng Wuhen's hands was a regular one, and he had snatched it from a member of the Dragon Gang. After it collided with the Nonuple Cycloblade, a distinct fissure appeared on the edge of the sword.
"You got me enraged, ya know?!"