Peng Yuan

The sword that bounced back was immediately pulled back by Zhang Luo until it returned to his hand. "Bald Head, this is just the beginning. Hehe."

Zhang Luo turned his sword into two sharp daggers. He spun the two daggers rapidly. Then he ran over to Tang Ganghao. With agility, he began to move around the fat body of the enemy. His movement was so fast that it created a wind that blew dust on the ground.

Tang Ganghao sharpened his eyesight. He made preparations to land an attack using his hammer. Moments later, he started swinging his arms. But unfortunately, this time he missed the mark.

Zhang Luo's hand was still spinning the dagger. When he saw Tang Ganghao fail to attack him, he swung one of his daggers, grazing the fat man's inner arm.

Tang Ganghao immediately grimaced as a stinging pain came up his arm. He saw the blood that was already splattered on his sleeves. His anger exploded.