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"Where did the Black Dog come from? Who the hell wants to go back with you?" The fat man cursed without holding back.
The man in black heard the fat man's insults, turned to look at him, and calmly said, "Azure Wind Blade?"
"Oh? You can actually recognize my green blade with those dog eyes of yours?! Not bad!" The fat man continued to unleash his verbal barrage.
As the fat man kept cursing, the expression of the man in black gradually turned cold, his palm lightly pressed against the glass of the balcony door.
With a loud bang, the Tempered Glass balcony door shattered instantly.
The fat man's eyes widened in surprise, but he remained undaunted and stepped forward again.
"Who the hell are you?!" the fat man shouted again.
At this point, the man in black stopped talking and charged directly at the fat man. The fat man was not intimidated; he gripped his knife tightly and rushed toward the man in black as well.
With a clang, a sound of metal clashing echoed.
The knife in the fat man's hand collided with the weapon held by the man in black. Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a set of Steel Claws fitted onto his arms.
The man in black pressed a mechanism on the Steel Claw, and five sharp claws instantly tightened, attempting to trap the blade.
He seemed to be trying to seize the fat man's knife and make him drop it.
Seeing this, the fat man quickly spun his knife in a flourish and broke free from the Steel Claw's grip.
Then he pulled his knife back and immediately swung it down toward the neck of the man in black with great force.
Seeing that powerful strike coming at him, the man in black stepped back and executed a kite maneuver to evade the fat man's heavy horizontal slash.
Then he suddenly flicked his left hand, sending a cold gleam shooting toward the fat man.
Due to his previous overexertion, the fat man had no time to retract his knife for defense after missing that strike.
As he saw a cold gleam flying toward him, he immediately bent down.
He kicked up a stool by the table, which soared into the air and collided with the incoming cold gleam mid-flight.
I heard a "clang" sound as the hidden weapon struck the stool.
Because of an unusual angle of impact with the stool, that cold gleam refracted and flew back toward us, embedding itself firmly into the table with a "thunk."
At that moment, I realized that this cold gleam was a steel-made syringe, identical to the one Liu Shihui Ambush used on me earlier.
In an instant, due to how sudden and dangerous it was, I had already gotten Xiao Tian to hide in the bedroom.
When I turned back to look at the fat man's side again, I found that he had already fought with that man in black from indoors out onto the balcony.
The fat man must have realized how perilous that last moment was because he began wielding his knife with both hands, chopping fiercely and aggressively forcing the man in black back toward the balcony.
Suddenly, I saw that the man in black clenched his right fist tightly. With a crack sound, his Steel Claw extended forward by more than a foot.
Then he leaped high into the air and lunged down toward the fat man's throat.
Seeing this, the fat man bent his legs slightly and lowered his body as if gathering strength before leaping up himself and striking down with his knife.
With a force that seemed to sweep everything away, he struck down on the black-clad man's Steel Claw. There was a loud clang as sparks flew. I clearly saw the black-clad man's right arm tremble noticeably from the impact.
As the two of them fell, they exchanged a palm strike in mid-air, producing a thunderous explosion that echoed like a clap of thunder. After landing, the immense opposing inertia caused them to stagger backward. The black-clad man took two and a half steps back to steady himself, while the fat man retreated three steps before stabilizing himself, using his knife to absorb the force.
"What a move from the Ma Family Swordplay—Forceful Slash of Tianshan! Truly powerful and explosive like thunder. You’ve got a physique like a black whirlwind, but it seems your internal energy is lacking. Have you been too busy with women lately?" The black-clad man mocked the fat man.
Upon hearing this, the fat man could no longer hold back and erupted in anger. "Damn you! I have indeed been busy with your sister lately, so my body is a bit weak. Otherwise, that last strike would have severed your right arm!"
After saying this, the fat man charged at the black-clad man again. The black-clad man did not retreat but met him head-on. However, this time the fat man seemed to change his usual straightforward approach. As he closed in on the black-clad man, he suddenly pivoted sharply, like a ghost, darting from directly in front of him to his side while raising his knife for a powerful slash.
I realized at this moment that the fat man was employing the "Flash" technique from Ma Family Swordplay. The black-clad man clearly did not expect such agility from him; under high-speed impact, he managed to turn ninety degrees and shift sideways in an instant.
He had to respond hastily, using a movement akin to Golden Snake Twining Silk. He bent backward while simultaneously rolling sideways, narrowly avoiding the fat man's deadly blade.
The fat man's previous strike had been formidable, and after the black-clad man evaded it in such an unusual manner, the blade struck down on the balcony table behind him, sending wooden splinters flying everywhere. The fierce momentum created a gust of wind that rattled the cups and plates on the table.
Seeing his strike miss, the fat man quickly withdrew his knife and created distance between them to guard against any potential hidden weapons from the black-clad man. He couldn't help but taunt, "Oh? Your little waist is quite flexible and agile! For such a big guy, you sure know how to handle yourself in bed—interesting."
The black-clad man's verbal skills were clearly no match for the fat man's; he was left speechless by this remark. The sudden attack from earlier had also left him in a disheveled state.
In this situation, the black-clad man flipped his left hand and suddenly shook it again; three cold rays shot toward the fat man. Seeing this, the fat man sneered, "What? More? Besides ambushing people with those lowly tricks, do you know anything else? Are you even a real man?!"
While cursing, he swung his knife to deflect the three cold rays. The black-clad man realized his ambush had failed again and stopped paying attention to the fat man. Instead, he turned to Liu Shihui and said:
"The six-month deadline is approaching, are you really not planning to go back?"
Before Liu Shihui could respond, the fat man interrupted, asking, "What the hell is this six-month deadline?"
Liu Shihui glanced at the man in black on the balcony and then turned to the fat man.
Seeing that Liu Shihui seemed to have something to say, the fat man walked in from the balcony and approached her.
Liu Shihui rolled up the sleeve of her right wrist and pointed to a small red mole on her wrist, saying to the fat man, "The effectiveness of the Synthetic Vaccine lasts only six months. If I don't get another injection after six months, the vaccine will become ineffective, and the original side effects will continue to worsen. I've already started losing my sense of taste."
Upon hearing this, the fat man was startled, nearly dropping his knife in shock, and he struggled to find words.
Liu Shihui then turned to the man in black and continued, "Cousin, I'm willing to go back with you, but I have one request: please do not make things difficult for them."
She specifically turned to look at the fat man and added, "Especially him."
When the man in black heard Liu Shihui's words, he retracted the Steel Claw from his right arm and nodded. He then turned to the fat man and said, "Although you have a foul mouth, your skills are indeed remarkable. And if my sister is willing to protect you like this, may I ask for your name?"
The fat man was still in shock from Liu Shihui's earlier statement. Hearing his opponent inquire about his name only added to his irritation. He impatiently replied, "What the hell is your name?"
The man in black calmly answered, " James Liude."
The fat man found this name a bit strange and looked at the man in black with surprise as he said, "So you're a mixed breed?"
Then he mimicked the style of the man's name and continued, "Alexander Shaoguang."
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