As Yu Ming thought, the man in black was not ordinary at all. He only had a sword in his right hand, but it was enough to fight against the flying golden scales coming from Yu Ming's direction.
The man must have practiced his sword for years to be able to dance the weapon as if it were a part of his body. He did not dodge the golden scales, instead, he bravely came up against the scales, slicing them one by one, causing them to fall to the ground powerlessly.
The hundreds of scales were no match for the black-clothed man at all, and after he managed to get rid of the fish scales, his right eye was full of determination as he continued to charge towards Yu Ming. This time, Yu Ming couldn't play around anymore, and he finally got up from his position.
