"Humph!!" Zheng Pao scowled in anger as he looked at the puny girl in front of him.
Le Fang Ling simply ignited his dissatisfaction and provocation as she stood waiting for him to speak before they fought. Looking at his puffed up cheeks and chest, she somehow thought that he had something to say.
Ptewww!
He spat on the ground and gruffed, like a grizzly bear with a palm on his waist.
With keen and shrewd eyes, he sized up his so called opponent.
A tall and frail girl with a beautiful face and added fat as bonus on her chest, was wielding a simple sword which seemed as if it had not been used in ages.
Looking at her stance, he could tell her that she was more or less inexperienced in duels and fighting, let alone face any opponent of his caliber.
He looked at her provocation and reached only one conclusion!
