"You again? Do you really think I'll retreat this time?"
Xiaobao snorted coldly as he watched Wei Pu leap high into the air. In a flash, he was airborne, and the dagger in his hand shot towards Wei Pu.
"Swoosh!"
A cold light flashed as Xiaobao's dagger collided fiercely with the machete in Wei Pu's hand, erupting into a brilliant spark.
"Old Liu, the rest is up to you!" In the instant Xiaobao clashed with Wei Pu in mid-air, his dagger blocked the oncoming machete, and he drove a punch into Wei Pu's chest.
Wei Pu was shocked that Xiaobao could still attack him at this moment. Both his hands were gripping the machete, leaving him defenseless against Xiaobao's fist.
"Boom!"
With a loud blast, Xiaobao's fist hammered into Wei Pu's chest, the massive recoil sending Xiaobao backwards.
"Ah!"
As Xiaobao was propelled backward, a scream tore from Wei Pu's mouth, and he spewed blood wildly, his body hurtling backward.
