Upon receiving the affirmative reply, Crow’s features twisted into that of an enraged lion, his voice sinking to an all-time low, "Kid, you’re courting death!"
"No, it’s you who’s courting death," Ye Huan shot back, undaunted.
"Then let’s see... who’s really courting death!"
Crow roared, then lifted his toe and stomped down hard.
The force of his stomp was so large that it cracked the ground for dozens of meters around, raising plumes of dust into the air!
Crow’s overwhelming killing intent was fully exposed to the atmosphere.
He hadn’t been this angry in a long time!
The royal families of the Middle East paid him billions annually in protection fees out of fear, even gifting him oil fields!
All the mercenary groups rushed to curry favor with him!
For nothing else but Crow’s title as the Mercenary King of the Middle East and his ridiculously powerful solo combat skills!
Although he had never set foot in the Dark World, his name was widely known there, with some even predicting he could rank among the top three killers of the Dark World!
His long reign of terror all over, his long tenure making the royal families of the Middle East tremble in fear, his long-time being revered by the lower-level assassins of the Dark World, had all fueled Crow’s extreme arrogance and pride.
Now, when he came to kill a small fry, he was mocked and verbally defeated?!
Crow felt deeply offended, his heart raged with fury, and he swore to make the person before him pay with his life!
He wanted to cut the person’s flesh inch by inch until his blood ran dry and he died!
As the ground cracked under his stomp, Crow used the immense force to leap into the air, launching himself onto the trunk of a towering tree nearby. Bending down to gather strength, he took another leap, charging towards Ye Huan!
The military knife in his hand caught the moonlight, reflecting a chilling glint!
Slashing through the night skies, all of Crow’s killing intent concentrated on the tip of his blade!
"Kid, do you know, the entire Middle East trembles because of me, fears me!"
"Do you know, several royal families in the Middle East have to pay tribute to me every year, afraid that one day I’ll slit their throats!"
"Do you know, countless strongmen from the Dark World, countless powerhouses from the Mercenary Realm, have died under my blade!"
Crow was detailing his "glorious history", his features twisted like an enraged lion, yet containing deep pride.
However, this slap didn’t let him continue boasting.
"Stop yapping over there!"
Ye Huan swung a slap, directly sending Crow flying backward, howling in pain, abruptly halting his boasting.
Crow was seething with rage, ignoring the pain on his face, performing a mid-air flip to land on the ground with both legs, storing energy.
Utilizing the force from being knocked back, he jumped up again, fiercely stabbing towards Ye Huan’s abdomen with his knife!
He wanted to sever Ye Huan’s spine and make him lose his ability to act, then torture him to death slowly, knife by knife.
"Kid, today you’re doomed to die!"
"Because I, Crow, am the Mercenary King of the Middle East!"
Crow roared in fury, gathering colossal force with his right hand, stabbing with the full extent of his killing intent!
The knife plunged into Ye Huan’s body fiercely!
Crow’s hand holding the knife...
The knife...stabbed into Ye Huan’s abdomen, pierced through his clothes...
Then emitted a sound like metal hitting a steel plate!
Crow’s eyes widened enormously, unable to believe what was happening before them.
He took two steps back, looking at where Ye Huan’s clothes were pierced.
No way, this kid wasn’t hiding a steel plate in his clothes!
No steel plate, then what’s going on?
The stab that gathered colossal force and all his killing intent didn’t directly pierce his abdomen, didn’t sever his spine?
Not only did it not pierce, but it also...
Sounded like hitting a steel plate, with a "Clang"!?
What on earth is going on?!
How is this possible!?
Crow’s throat gulped with difficulty, unable to accept what he was witnessing, he stepped back a few more, bending down to gather strength, again thrusting the knife out!
But what answered him...
Was still only a "Clang", the sound of metal colliding.
Is this kid’s flesh made of iron?
No...made of diamond!
Crow gritted his teeth, stored energy again, and thrust again!
Crow was stunned again.
This time as he finished stabbing, his knife...broke!
The blade and hilt split in half!
"Tickling, is it?" Ye Huan sneered.
"You...you...I warn you, don’t get cocky!" Crow’s words were harsh, but his body lacked confidence, constantly retreating.
Could the knife not pierce the skin?
This kid is really something sinister!
Crow’s throat kept gulping with difficulty, "warned", "Kid, I warn you, I’m Crow, the Mercenary King of the Middle East, I advise you to weigh your skills. If you dare do anything to me..."
"I’ll just do something to you, what are you going to do?!"
Ye Huan laughed softly filled with sarcasm, then swung his palm.
Crow’s eyes almost popped out of their sockets, sent flying backward like a kite with a broken string.
Ye Huan didn’t stop moving.
As Crow was still flying back, Ye Huan leaped, with speed that was beyond capture to the naked eye, landing directly above Crow, and then...
A massive explosion sound.
This punch fractured all of Crow’s ribs.
Crow’s body, like a meteorite, blasted a large pit into the ground, spurting fountains of blood.
Blood splattered across the night sky.
After landing on the ground, Crow felt his internal organs trembling, unable to spout a single boast, now totally stripped of his mobility.
Ye Huan landed smoothly, dusting off his knees from the dirt, walked over with hands in pockets, lifted his toe...
Ye Huan left a heavy black shoe print on Crow’s face and did not move it away.
"Speak! Who sent you?"