A wave of fear instantly swept into the Thin Scarred Man's heart.
Sweat...
Gradually dripped down.
It was hard to believe that he would actually taste fear from a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy. But, that sense of fear was indeed real and present.
"Yang Chen." The Thin Scarred Man said in a low voice. "You've killed so many of our Red-clothed Gang members, aren't you afraid of our revenge?"
"You've killed so many innocent people, and you've done such an utterly conscienceless thing, aren't you afraid of being condemned by Heaven?" Yang Chen said with a blank face, "You're a bandit. I'm sorry, but I have nothing to say to you. Let's duel. Don't tell me you don't even have the courage to fight me for life and death."
A strong aura emanated from him.
This kind of momentum gave the Thin Scarred Man a chill running through his whole body.
He had been walking on the edge of a knife for years, and fought countless life-and-death battles. But this time, he was scared.
