Mo Huasong grinned, his figure moved, appearing straightaway beside the thug.
Seeing this, the thug, scared, was about to kill Du Ling when Mo Huasong grabbed the sharp machete with his hand.
"Huasong." Su Weidong called out fearfully.
Mo Huasong laughed, "Weidong, I'm fine. You have the Vajra Divine Skill, and I'm not weak either. Don't underestimate me."
Then Su Weidong noticed that Mo Huasong's hand, tightly gripping the machete, wasn't bleeding.
Mo Huasong turned to the thug beside him and said, "Alright, you can use your knife against Su Weidong now, not me."
After speaking, Mo Huasong loosened his grip on the machete, allowing the thug to go after Su Weidong.
Seeing Mo Huasong foolishly let go of the machete, the thug, emboldened, swung it at Mo Huasong.
At such a close range, he didn't believe he couldn't kill Mo Huasong.
