"Ha, haha, hahahaha!"
Yuan He laughed loudly, clenching his fists. He seemed almost deranged.
"So many masters have died, yet this useless one is still alive. What a joke, it's simply a joke! You're called Chu Ge, right? Do you think this is a joke? Hahaha..."
Chu Ge shook his head, "Actually, it's not that funny. This isn't the first time something like this has happened, and it won't be the last."
"Yeah..."
Yuan He lowered his head, pinched the bridge of his nose, and muttered two words. Suddenly, he threw a punch at Chu Ge's head, without any warning, as swift as a gust of wind.
Chu Ge had anticipated Yuan He's move and quickly tilted his head to dodge the punch. At the same time, he used his shoulder to nudge Yuan He's arm, driving the Butterfly Knife in his hand straight towards Yuan He's chest.
"Bang"
