Simple Cruel

Chrysanthemum, chrysanthemum...

Hashimoto Nagashiro would never think that the so-called chrysanthemum divine art would turn out to have such a meaning. In his heart, he couldn't help but admire the martial artist who created this divine art. One needed such an unconstrained mind to be able to create such a divine art.

Very soon, what was left of Hashimoto Nagashiro's heart was pure admiration. Although the chrysanthemum divine art seems to be somewhat unpresentable on stage, he had to admit that such a martial dao was really one of an apex-level martial dao. Especially when Qin Fen, who practiced a large-scale rolling torrent martial dao, had suddenly swapped into the wretchedness of the chrysanthemum divine art. It was two completely different opponents. The rhythm of the battle was easily controlled by him.

While Qin Fen stretched his hands and fingers, he looked up at a magnetic flying car in the sky that was slowly landing.