"Is that all you've got?" Xu Ke looked at the opponent's astonished expression and spoke coldly. Originally, it was a sentence without any emotion, but with Xu Ke's slight smirk on one side of his mouth, the sentence turned into one full of sarcasm. The man's face turned red instantly, as if he had suffered a great humiliation.
"Don't get too arrogant!" the man shouted loudly, trying to wrench his arm from Xu Ke's grip to attack again. But just as he gritted his teeth and pulled, he found that Xu Ke's hand clasped his like iron pincers. Unable to advance or retrieve his hand from Xu Ke's grip, the atmosphere became awkward.
"Can't pull it back?" Xu Ke held the hand that was still trying to pull away, ignoring the opponent's struggle with a calm demeanor, and asked.
