"Sword Control Technique!"
Just then, Wang Qingquan mysteriously had a small sword of about 10 centimeters in his hand, which he held with both hands.
Both Ren Feifan and Yuan Xuejiao burst into laughter. This Wang Qingquan sure was amusing, even using Sword Control Technique, his signature spell. Yan Liang stood no chance!
Only when Yan Liang saw the sword in Wang Qingquan's hand did he realize he had been fooled, his face turning somewhat dark.
However, he didn't want to drag it out. Instead, he glared coldly at Ren Feifan and said, "Coward, if you can't even play bullfighting, don't bother with basketball. You're not worthy!"
Ren Feifan shook his head, completely unaffected. He calmly replied, "You sure do talk a lot! It appears I need to find something to shut you up."
