In the midst of conversation, he retreated in fear.
"You seem very nervous!" Zhang Xiaohao teased.
"Nonsense! People from the Little Dwarf Kingdom never get nervous." The man in black argued.
"Then why are you retreating? Aren't you dwarves supposed to admire the spirit of samurai? You love one-on-one fights, so why are you backing off?" Zhang Xiaohao scoffed.
"Hmph! I'm not retreating, I'm advancing, just with a different sense of direction." The dwarf retorted angrily.
"Hehe." Zhang Xiaohao chuckled lightly.
"What are you laughing at?" The dwarf asked fearfully.
Seeing Zhang Xiaohao laugh, for some reason he felt a cold sensation inside, as if something bad was about to happen.
"Soul Searching Technique!" Zhang Xiaohao grunted coldly.
He tapped the ground with one foot and dashed forward like lightning.
His right palm, carrying with it a gust of wind, struck the man's head.
